Copyright © March 2025 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
This is a seventeenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.
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"Sophie..." Kirsten addressed their guest, pausing for a moment to make sure she had Sophie's attention. "You asked me earlier if I'd like a nice hello... how about it... have you saved space for dessert?"
Sophie couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. The words might not have been explicit in their meaning, but the intention was quite clear. Dessert? Of course, Sophie had room for dessert, especially the sort of dessert which was being suggested.
Sophie was about to respond enthusiastically when an alternative thought filled her mind. Was this a further test, just like all the others? Were they waiting for her to take the bait, and would this time be her own downfall, with no young blonde there to save her? With Sophie pondering the consequences of every outcome, she ended up just sitting there, staring back at Kirsten, offering no response at all.
For a moment there was silence at the dining table.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
It was an awkward silence, a silence which led Sophie to feel she had already taken the wrong option. She was starting to fear the worst.
'Please... please... do something... say something,' Sophie thought to herself as she hung on for whatever was coming her way. What did come Sophie's way was a most surprising response.
"That's a good girl, Sophie," Kirsten replied. "It was a question though, so you can respond."
The smile from Sophie said it all. Those words were still sinking in, but already she could feel a sort of warmth passing over her. What was it? What had brought the unexpected sensation? If truth be known, it was a combination of things. At first it was the thought of having done the right thing which filled her mind with satisfaction. Then... then... and it was this that surprised the young woman the most, it was the meaning of what had been said. No, not the meaning that it had been a question and that she could respond, but more the meaning of those other two words.
'Good girl,' Kirsten had said.
As the words sank in, Sophie felt a strange sense of pride somewhere deep inside.
"See, Mistress," Kirsten continued, turning her attention to Claudia. "See how quickly Sophie learns. Of course, there is much more to be taught, but if she wants to, I reckon Sophie could be a first-rate student."
"What do you think, Sophie? Shall we try with that question again?" Kirsten asked.
Sophie nodded.
"How about it, Sophie... have you saved space for dessert?" Kirsten repeated the question from earlier.
Suddenly, Sophie could feel the reality hit her. She had wanted to do this ever since watching the young blonde do the same to her boss, but now a sense of eventuality sank in.
This time, the response was instant.
"Yes please... I'd like that... I'd like that a lot," Sophie replied, a beaming smile on her face as she waited for Kirsten to make the next move.
Kirsten did make that next move, but rather surprisingly it came in the form of another question, and one addressed to Claudia rather than Sophie.
"And... how about you... Mistress... would you like to watch?" Kirsten tossed a nonchalant suggestion towards Claudia.
It was a question Sophie hadn't been expecting. In that instant, the excitement of what was on offer morphed into something nervier. Her heart was beating just a little harder. Her breaths were just a little quicker, a little shallower. Slowly, she turned her gaze towards Claudia, wondering what response would be coming.
What response? Sophie wasn't quite sure what type of response she wanted. The idea of eating Kirsten out filled the young woman with delight. Equally, had it been an option, the idea of eating her boss out would have done the same. The thought though, of doing just that, and with an audience watching her every move, filled Sophie with a different emotion... trepidation.
Her pulse was racing faster than ever. She wasn't quite sure whether she was thrilled by what had been asked, or fearful of the same. What made her feel this way? Was it the thought of having an audience in the first place, or the thought that said audience would be her boss, the woman she would sit down next to in the office come Monday morning?
Then there was another factor. In all her years, never had Sophie gone down on another woman before, nor did she really know what was expected of her. She'd watched Kirsten of course earlier that evening, but with the young blonde's head up inside Claudia's dress, there wasn't exactly that much to be seen.
Sophie held her breath and waited.
"Oh yes, my darling Kirsten... your mistress would love to watch," Claudia replied. "Come... let me clear some space... you can hop on top... and then... well... then we'll see if young Sophie is true to her word. You know, Kirsten... I really can't wait to see if she did save room for dessert."
"You don't mind, do you, Sophie... no time like the present, you know?" Claudia continued, turning her attention towards their guest.
Sophie's mouth dropped open at the way the suggestion had just been tossed out there, so nonchalantly. Still though, still she was learning quickly. She sensed the change in tone. This wasn't a question to be debated, nor was her reply really wanted. It was a command, maybe even an order. Not only was she about to eat out the young blonde, but she was going to do it right here, right now, atop the very table they had been eating dinner from only a few minutes earlier.
"Y... yes... of course..." Sophie replied.
Sophie wasn't sure if she genuinely believed in her response or not. The idea was thrilling enough, but there was something different about doing it, and doing it with an audience. For sure, she was being taken out of her comfort zone once more. There again, wasn't that the whole reason she came here in the first place, to experiment, to explore, to discover something about herself, what she liked and what she didn't.
Then there was Kirsten. Sophie really couldn't believe how the young blonde had so casually taken everything in her step, from the confidence of her semi-naked entrance to the way Kirsten had given such a loving hello to her mistress. Now... now... Kirsten was doing it once again. Okay, so the tables were turned, if you excuse the pun, but the intention was just the same.
So... why shouldn't she?
Why shouldn't Sophie embrace this very moment?
If she didn't, then how would she get anywhere near the answers she so desired.
Sophie glanced over to where Kirsten was sitting.
Kirsten was smiling.
Slowly at first, her heart still pounding, Sophie smiled back. She may still have been hesitant at the idea but, in her mind, she knew what she needed to do. If nothing else, it would prove that she had it in her.
"I mean... yes... yes... I'd like it if you watched," Sophie added, all the time staring at Kirsten, yet addressing her response to Claudia.
"That's a good girl," Claudia responded, repeating the words Kirsten had used moments before. "Now, come Sophie... give me a hand and we'll soon have this table cleared."
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In a matter of minutes, the table had been transformed. Gone were the remains of dinner; the glasses, the plates, the cutlery, and what wine still hadn't been drunk. Gone even were the decorative aspects of the dinner party, the place mats, the candelabra, even the napkin holders. All that remained from earlier was that long white tablecloth.
That wasn't to say that the table was empty; far from it. Where the essentials for a cosy meal had gone, in their place was a single cushion tossed towards one end of the now cleared table, and a young blonde perched on the other.
There had been no hesitation from Kirsten as she switched positions from sitting atop her chair to sitting atop the dining table. It had felt a little strange, mainly due to the sudden emptiness down below as she eased off the dildo she had been impaled upon for at least the last forty minutes, but here she was, patiently waiting for what was to come next, or more so patiently anticipating her own cumming.
Still though, still Kirsten wasn't going to take liberties with her position. She knew not to, at least not until asked. There she sat, with her hands in her lap, her thighs pressed together, and her legs, bent at the knee, dangling over the edge. She never said a word. All the time, Kirsten simply sat there, her gaze fixed on Sophie, watching their guest's every movement.
Kirsten didn't show it, but to say she was excited was an understatement. Okay, so most of the wetness between her legs was the result of a certain dildo she had been sitting upon, but the racing pulse and the tingle of nervous anticipation deep inside, were fuelled by expectation. Already her mind was awash with thoughts of watching this young woman go down on her.
Watching?
Once more it was her mistress who put pay to that very idea.
"Look at my little sub, Sophie... see how obediently she sits there... see how attentively she watches your every move..." Claudia teased, walking up to the side of Kirsten and speaking oh so softly as she stroked a hand through the young blonde's hair.
Sophie found herself staring back at Kirsten. It was true. There was something quite statuesque about the way Kirsten simply sat at the end of the table, never moving, never reacting to all that went on around her, not even to the next question from Claudia.
"Now, Sophie... what did you do with that blindfold?"
"The blindfold?" Sophie asked, picking up the discarded slip of black fabric from the floor and passing it to Claudia, all the time never quite cottoning on to why it was suddenly important.
