Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne working Overtime 11

AWO11. -  Oral exam
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   The intriguing "romantic approach"- part of Jean's training program
definitely brought Anne closer to her beloved lady. At least that's how she
felt. For a lovely little while it was just like their first, intoxicating
dark night of lovemaking, way back that almost legendary night. That heart-
warming night!  Those days of sore- trunk syndromes and tickling belly
butterflies at all damned times. And still it felt like it had happened just
yesterday. Even when her senses were overfilled by the power of Bridget's
body and soul.  The woman had been wonderful, totally exhilarating, but
still she felt she could have given her right arm to be able to spend the
rest of that night alone with Jean. Just the two of them.

   The new twist to the program obviously was something different. It was a
serious part, no doubt about that, but clearly more difficult to conduct
according to the intentions than Jean seemed to have put into it. At least
that was the case with Bridget. The second "romance" a few days later was
much more according to her liking. With yet another of her normally well
paying clients; some Ms. Kyle, or whatever her name was. A lady with
considerably better self-control.
   And as she eventually got to understand the basic philosophy behind it
all, she found that her leading star was right again. Like always! The
adjusted role she now had - putting her a little more in some kind of a
general servant position with her client - helped to focus on the total
comfort of the lady in a new, kind of extended way. It made her see the part
beyond the critical task of providing sexual ecstasy and satisfaction more
clearly. The part that elevated her client from a gracious lady up to an
exalted queen - a superhuman goddess!
   This actually made Anne discover a new level of enjoyment on her own part
as well. The insane pleasure of being this kind of optimal comfort provider,
pleasure provider, perfection provider. The pleasure of giving it all - with
total commitment - to the glorious mistress. And with absolute denial of any
kind of physical comfort or pleasure on her own part! Like Jean had
underscored so strictly all the time. It was now, in this last part of the
program, that she was able to grasp the full, emotional concept of this kind
of ultimate service. That her eyes were really opened!
   What she didn't know at all was that her enthusiasm about filling this
ultimate role was what had brought Jean to the ultimate level of
understanding as well! She had seen it in a flash, almost like a white shiny
revelation. An experience of all pieces of the puzzle falling in place in
one, single slide!
   She remembered it so well. How she had observed the young girl, all the
time thinking of what actually made her so special.
   It was her special skills of course, -- and her extraordinary loving and
comfortable personality. And naturally her commitment! But still there was
this extra something about her that she hadn't noticed with her other
students. More like a feeling -- a hunch - than anything else. And it was
increasingly annoying that she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Not
until the day of revelation!
   It was a few days after Pam's memorable Roman party. Her friends Veronica
Chambers and Claire Wilders had asked for a separate, undisturbed session to
test out Anne's special skills... to the full depths, as they had put it. The
ladies had been too drained and too exhausted to take any further
demonstrations at the night of the party itself.
   A session like that actually didn't fit in all that bad with the girl's
regular schedule, so Jean had agreed, seemingly very reluctant, claiming
that it indeed did disturb the program. Anything to win and keep grateful
clients!
   So for this important evening she had booked a room at one of the best
downtown hotels, and arranged tree deep, comfortable chairs in a half circle
around Anne's place on the floor.
   It turned out to be another long, breathtaking evening of moaning,
groaning and teeth- gritting orgasms as Anne played out the full scale of
her unique oral skills. The girl broke their sophisticated defenses one by
one with murderous efficiency, intensely enjoying the fullness, taste and
rippling sensitivity of those lewdly presented buttocks, thighs and
shamelessly drooling pussies. The energy and enthusiasm with which she
joyously used her hands and miraculous tongue truly exceeded anything even
Jean had seen and felt in such a setting before. Something that made her and
her two friends yell out in mindless delirium as one orgasm succeeded the
next at a devastating rate.
   And it was when she saw Anne with feverish energy squeezing her face into
the soaked depths in between those welcoming thighs that it suddenly struck
her. That thing! That thing that made Anne different!
   It was suddenly completely clear!
   It was... that enthusiasm... kind of...  That devotion... that total,
unlimited commitment to providing maximum pleasure! All the time! But first
and foremost the way she somehow added a mental dimension to the physical
ecstasy. In a way only she could do! The way she in the moment of erotic
bliss sent her lady high up on a white, fluffy cloud... as that true, exalted
goddess! The queen of queens... The one and only worthy of the most extensive
and self obliterating worship. The superhuman spirit of ultimate, erotic
satisfaction!
   It came from her eyes, her movements, her aggression... her joyful moans.
All those little details on top of her marvellous sexual skills. And that
added up to an all mind-bending effect that nobody could withstand, no
matter what kind of stamina they tried to mobilise...
   Because they were weakened first by her mental attack... And then by her
physical - the oral one! Until there was nothing left to fight with. If that
should have been the point of a love session with her.
   So, the unique mental elevation created a pleasure that worked as high
explosive fuel to the physical stimulation that her massive tongue thrusts
generated. The very effect that had flipped Jean herself over the brink and
into her fourth, quivering orgasm of the evening. As she finally found the
secret of Anne's magic. The full secret!
   And the strangest thing of all, maybe, that this was exactly what she had
been teaching herself... All this time! Exactly this kind of extra effort that
made something more out of the experience for the client than just a way of
achieving physical relief. And still she hadn't really been able to see the
whole thing herself! It had been more of an additional technical feature to
make the client more satisfied -- as a client. Purely a business concept!
Client satisfaction... No real thought about this deep, kind of soul-
shattering sensation of being a completely new personality! Of being on the
top of the top. Being renewed. The ultimate free being on the pedestal of
perfect worship. Yes... simply a goddess. That was the word. No less!
   And the others? The other service girls. What about them? What was the
difference... actually?!?
   That mental thing, of course! Even with their excellent skills and
relaxed elegancy.
   They were still of a different brand... Still!
   And why, actually?!?
   They had... no, rather lacked... this combination of seemingly unlimited
submissive enthusiasm and at the same time this incredible aura of
self-confidence. At least what felt like self-confidence to the ladies. Or
rather some kind of mental power... Or something like that.
   They worked with a kind of meek submissiveness, effective and
energetically, truly enjoying what they did too... as they had learned. But
with an attitude to their ladies that reflected a respect that in some cases
even bordered to a kind of nervousness or even fear. Not obviously though!
More like a faint tendency. But certainly not with the aggressive appetite
and concentrated focus that Anne had. A focus that overwhelmed the
mistresses with the acceptance of the fact that the girl was there for her
pleasure, - for her pleasure only! This enormous mental impact!
   Another key of keys discovered during Anne's training! Because that was
what it felt like now; Anne was training her! Mentally enlightening her and
opening the door to this higher level of understanding. What had to be the
ultimate level!
   And - imagine - she thought she had a challenge by training them in
Anne's special oral skills! Right?!?
   Now how was she supposed to deal with this?!?

   Jean hadn't told Carol about that session at all, even though she knew
her friend would have loved to take part. And she knew Anne would have loved
her to be there too. And when she found out, it didn't make the relations
between the two much better!
   Anne had to tell her some days later when she was called home to her in
the evening. Her husband and kids were off to Cape Mt. Larde for the
weekend, so they had all the time they wanted for a lazy session of
lovemaking. She could feel from the unfamiliar stiffness in Carol's body
that her gorgeous mistress was upset for a long period after she got the
news, and she really had to work extremely hard to finally make her relax
and start concentrating on her pleasure.
   Anne actually had the first possibility to try out her new ideas outside
Jean's control that afternoon, and as her skilled stimulation took full
effect, she brought on an explosion so violent she thought she would be
grinded to pieces between those powerful thighs. She was even happier to
notice that her lady apparently also got out some of the pent up frustration
through that one. At least she was a lot more receptive to her worshipping
care after that.
   As they lounged at the pool in the back yard, free from prying eyes, Anne
fixed drinks, made coffee, oiled her back and massaged her tensed shoulders.
Then her back and voluptuous buttocks. All until the sexual drive again
brought thighs apart and tongue burying deep into hot, glistening pussy. For
the rest of the evening...
   When Carol fell asleep completely exhausted sometime after midnight, Anne
lay at her side for a long time, just lightly kissing her cheek and stroking
her almost completely black hair with loving hands. And then just looking at
her perfect contours in the dim light. Still she felt she hadn't taken out
her full potential as a complete service girl, but she had tried hard, and
she had learned a lot already for the next day! Then she would be perfect!
To a perfect lady! Oh, she was so incredibly happy... How could anybody
expect her to take any side in this mischievous division between her two
wonderful ladies?!?

   Even though Anne didn't feel like having any kind of extended vision on
what it was like to be a complete service girl the way Jean had, she was
eager to work the new understanding into practical action in her regular
service girl training. Try to find her way, somehow. Bridget, and the ladies
that came after her, helped making it clear to her what it meant in
practical terms. How she could adjust -- or maybe rather extend her routines
to reach far beyond the sexual part of the service. Attempt to become a kind
of combination of a classical submissive slave and a self-confident hostess.
A perfect combination, of course! One that took care of her strange desires
to be humiliated and respected at the same time. And now it was clearly up
to her how to balance the two. It didn't take long for her to discover that
Jean definitely had no answer! That this was something that even she hadn't
thought properly through in all her time as the supreme business ideologist.
Not yet, anyway... Picture that!
   The long monologues she had to endure from time to time, clearly were
meant just as much for putting things straight in her own mind as for
teaching Anne. But still she sensed that her mistress eventually was able to
work out some kind of structure around the ideas, and even find a way to
start communicating the philosophy of it to the others. That was when she
got really eager, almost annoying at times.
   Anne tried to do her part the best she could, but it wasn't always that
easy.

   The TV screen flashed one of its endless soap shows. The volume was
turned down almost to nothing, at least low enough not to disturb the two in
the room. The light disco music seeping from the stereo was turned down as
well, so much that it had problems breaking through the sounds from the
laughter machine supporting the show.
   Lights were dim too. Blinds were down to shut out the autumn evening sun.
On the table a calm candle flame was the main source of light, illuminating
two glasses of red wine and the folded napkins indicating that a light
evening meal had just been finished.
   Jean and Anne relaxed with their tea, chatting lightly about the latest
plans for the business. Jean was more laying than sitting in a comfortable
pile of pillows in the corner of Anne's couch, taking small, relaxed sips
from her cup. Between her legs Anne enjoyed her dessert, her head resting
gently on a soft thigh, her tongue lazily massaging the upper area between
those sweet pussy lips, right under the shaft of the lady's sensitive clit.
   Less than half an hour before Jean had had her first violent orgasm into
her insatiable mouth, and by now the woman's heat was slowly rebuilding as
the miraculously patient tongue and the subject of their light chatting was
taking its toll.
   She took another sip and sighed.
   "Anne, you'll have to slow down or I'll have to put down my cup. I'll
spill tea on my new shirt!"
   "Sorry," came the mumble from down under as the girl prepared to change
her technique to something a little lighter for mind and body.
   Room temperature was up so much that they didn't have to worry about
intimate bodyparts getting cold from air exposure. Anne also had learned to
breathe almost exclusively through her nose, further ensuring that something
like that wouldn't happen. She was only surprised that the temperature still
hadn't encouraged Jean to undress her expensive shirt.
   Anyway. Not her problem... Just as long as she could lie around like this
and enjoy her favourite pastime.
   In the beginning she had found her latest role as simultaneous sex- and
discussion partner difficult to cope with. But now this was a habit she
mastered to perfection, just like anything else that had to do with proper
service to her dearest lover and teacher. Fully according to the romantic
approach training!
   Jean had been doing a lot of thinking after her discovery of the mental
dimension impact on the service - its enormous potential - and she had
started to involve Anne in a whole different way. More asking than teaching,
actually. Sometimes almost begging for ideas how to move on in her effort to
build a good philosophy on the concept.
   But she never forgot her old self when it was about organising and
controlling the business. That was still the important thing, of course.
   "Now, where was I?" Jean took another sip of the now lukewarm tea.
   "Yes... I actually wanted to tell you some great news!"
   "Mmmmmm!?"
   "Remember the apartment downtown where you had the lecture with Bridget?"
   Anne nodded, using the opportunity to place a few well-aimed flicks over
the hood of the clit.
   "Well, just about four blocks from there we've bought a new downtown
office. Actually it's about a third of the 4th floor of the Wesner Building.
It has a separate section with its own front desk. Pam and I signed the
contract yesterday. It was expensive, but I think it will pay off
generously!
   Most of our clients are situated -- or rather working -- near downtown or
the bay. And it's been more than unpractical to run the whole thing from the
Mayo Institute."
   A light shudder went through her as a result of another particularly
successful flicks alarmingly close to the oversensitive tip itself.
   "So this will be a great relief...  in many ways!"
   She smiled down at Anne.
   "And I can assure you the offices are complete with recliners and service
chairs to meet all possible needs!"
   Anne smiled back through the softly trimmed bush around her nose,
wiggling her tongue quite powerfully right over the base of the clit a few
times, drawing a small, involuntary gasp from her mistress.
   "And this has given us the possibility to install a great idea that Carol
had a while back... a demonstration office!!  How about that?"
   "Ummmmm... sounds wonderful!"
   "And I was thinking... If it would be okay with you... that Carol could
administer the office, with you being the head demonstrator!"
   Jean chuckled at her own joke, then had to gasp again as the clever
tongue did its unpredictable magics.
   They could play this game for hours: Jean teasing her with cheeky
remarks, and Anne `punishing' her with acrobatic tongue flicks. A kind of
attack and defence game - sweet torture and defiant endurance - even though
there was never any doubt who was going to win!
   Anne was pleased, but also a little confused. Knowing how the relations
between the two had developed lately, why would she place her in the arms of
her rival this way? Was it some sign of a change of strategy? Was it...
   "And that's not all, my dear little tigress!" she cooed as she took a
final sip of her now nearly cold tea.
   "Business is going well, and I thought it was time to forward the
interest of some of my very best and most promising partners a little.
   I was thinking of offering you a new flat, actually. Not very far from
here. So you'll be able to stay in touch like today. But you will have a
major step forward in standard, I can tell you!"
   She lifted her eyes from Anne's confused ones, and let them sweep over
the interior of the small flat.
   "Nothing wrong about this. I think it's quite cosy! And of course it's
after all just an offer."
   She shifted her butt slightly on the pile of pillows, using a
well-manicured hand to gently guide the wonderful head and tongue to an even
better spot. Then she sighed joyfully as the increased stimulation made her
body glow from tickling passion - made a new, lazy wave of hormones flush
through her veins all the way out to the tip of her fingers and toes. Told
her once and for all that she was in the supreme position to control a new,
slow ride up to another peak of maximum pleasure. Pleasure as ultimate as it
could possibly be taken... from any human effort. Because it was provided by
Anne! Her own unique and indispensable VIP in the expanding organisation.
   Anne made no sign of even attempting to answer, and actually didn't even
seem to be listening too much at the moment. The hand guiding her head had
inspired her to an even stronger focus on the task on hand -- or rather on
tongue - and her eyes had closed, giving her beautiful face an expression of
blissful joy.
   Jean's words churned around in her head, of course, but somehow nothing
she heard was able to get properly through to her at this moment. A new
flat... Great! But not right now...
   A few minutes passed as the two women took their time to just enjoy being
with each other; lightly moaning and sighing as they let the sweet waves of
passion flow freely back and forth. Jean had put her cup away and lay almost
like dead all over the pile of pillows. Every now and then a small jerk ran
along her thighs and spine. She felt a pair of hands sneaking up under her
shirt, and couldn't help but moaning deeply as the playful fingers started
tickling her erect nipples. It was so intense; so soul- drillingly
wonderful. Almost unbearable. Even now, when they were actually just
lounging!
   But she didn't want to come just yet. Not in a long time actually! The
clue was after all to make sure to be able to enjoy these exceptional
feelings to the fullest. Let it drug her mind, and let it put her on a big,
fluffy white feather floating on the blank, sun baked surface of an endless
ocean, or a windless sky. In some distant dimension... along with Jonathan
Livingstone Seagull!
   Certainly no need to rush it when she knew that the provider of her
pleasure had the same feelings, and could stay with her all evening and all
night. And all next day, if they could take it! After all she was old and
experienced enough to appreciate this just as much as the final orgasm
itself. Probably even more. Now...
   And she felt how wonderfully Anne had sensed and understood this, and had
figured out exactly what her tolerance levels were. As long as she just
didn't make even the slightest attempt to try to fight her skills or
challenge her ability to break her defences! Oh yeah!! She had seen plenty
of examples on the devastating consequences of that!

   Like always she could lay like this for days. But if she shouldn't let
herself drift up towards a new peak right now, it was time to pick up on the
final business- related thing they still had to discuss.
    "Anne... listen," she started, meeting those beautiful eyes through her
tiny pubic bush as they flicked open. "There is one more thing, actually. I
really hate to bring it up, but we have to deal with it within the next few
days. As you know you will have your final exam shortly, and BDSM role
training is a part of it that we still didn't touch into.
    As you know it's not my favourite thing. But it is for some of our
clients, I can tell you for sure!"
   She swept a stray lock away from her forehead.

   "This came up early on, and Pam and I developed a kind of strategy on how
to deal with this in a reasonable way. And at the time we came up with two
basic solutions, which... we still usehhhh..."
   The last words came in a hiss, as Anne playfully attacked the base of her
clit with some powerful flicks and then buried in all the way in a long,
swift dive, filling her up completely!
   Before she even knew it Jean's hips jerked up to meet the thrust, and her
hand playing around the girl's neck tightened its grip. An action of
uncontrolled reflexes that made her feel like an inexperienced schoolgirl!
That strumpet! What a deadly grip she had on her!
   "Anne... please," she gasped, trying to calm down again. "Just a few
minutes..."
   That one single attack was enough to push her completely off the track.
She really had to drill her grey- green eyes into her partner's to make her
understand that she was trying to be serious for a moment.
   The overwhelming feeling of being filled up by this incredibly skilled
tongue made her body almost numb, and even though the girl had stopped her
attack in the fully penetrated position, she needed a minute to catch up
again. Get to grip...
   "So," she tried to continue, "we developed a strategy based on make-up,
and role playing training. We wanted to create a background element from the
very darkest side of the erotic fantasies. For those who got a kick out of
it."
   Jean's belly shuddered lightly as Anne carefully started withdrawing her
tongue. Very slowly it slid all the way out. Jean had to hold in again. And
as the girl started an extremely slow rhythm of full penetrations, she had
to wait another half minute until she found - and kind of fell in to the
rhythm, before she could continue.
   "It isn't easy to get anyone to tell you about these kind of fantasies,
and especially not our clients. But we pretty soon found that there seems to
be some kind of understanding out there of what the basic elements of these
fantasies are. At least we clearly found a match when Pam came up with what
we called the dungeon gimmick! A place of torture, painful cries and
cracking whips. Darkness, torches, hanging bodies, masks, iron - these kind
of things. Not as the dominant part of the service, mind you! Not as a part
at all, actually! More like a background setting. Something an ardent lady
should be able to just sense when her girl is with her. To somehow
underscore the actual difference between the mistress and her slave!
Straight out something to say that she kind of drags herself out of the
torture chamber to serve her lady, leaving her completely satisfied and
happy, and then return to her world of endless pain and humiliation again.
Actually just another and dramatically different element in our fundamental
concept... Giving the ladies this feeling of being the illustrious goddesses.
That crucial thing that will make us the best of the best! Where I want us
to be, and where we belong!!"
   Another moan intercepted the monologue. Jean noticed how Anne's back
crouched in discontent at the horrific scenes laid out to her. The slowly
increasing rhythm of those mind- numbing tongue thrusts indicated that she
attempted to drown such kind of images in an ever-increased focus on
pleasuring the pussy at hand.
   Jean was as disturbed by this kind of action as Anne, but she had to
admit to herself that she more than easily could grasp the erotic impact of
the humiliation and degradation part of that background. So much that it
generated another tremble of excitement throughout her body and a rapid flow
of pussy syrup into that sweetest of mouths!
   No! Enough talking! As usual it didn't take long until it was impossible
to concentrate on anything but the brain- drugging sensations created by
that masterful tongue.
   She decided to lean back and let the girl take care of her for the rest
of the evening. There would be time to talk about these things later. Now
was the time for blissful pleasure. Pleasure designed for her. For her only!
   Not another orgasm yet, though. Not for hours still! Just this soul-
draining stimulation on the brink of explosion... until she just couldn't take
it any more!

   Evening turned into night. Soft moans and some strained whispers floated
lightly through the atmosphere of bliss... just every now and then.
   At one point Anne could clearly sense from the small ripples vibrating
along her lover's thighs and belly that she slowly approached a new climax.
The tiny bush at her nose started trembling, and the deep, regular breaths
cut into strained sighs. She slowly eased the deep, regular tongue thrust
down to an almost motionless sliding, and fastened her grip firmly around
the powerful buttocks trustfully filling her hands.
   Jean raised her upper body, and her voice was surprisingly calm; "Ooooh...
let's ease it Anne darling, and keep it on the edge for a while if you
please. You know how I like it!"
   The first burning cramp of orgasm came flowing from up her thighs and
down her belly right into her groin. She grasped Anne's head to tell her to
stop all movements of that hungry mouth and tongue. Anne held in and froze
almost completely with her talented teaser buried to the hilt, letting her
lover's sensation of being totally filled up by girl tongue add to the
powerful kick that rocked her mind at that very moment.
   Both women held their breath as the cramp burned up around the tongue and
again took the trembling body up to the edge of climax. Sweat broke out on
feverish, hot cheeks. Mistress eyes closed tightly, teeth gritted creakingly
and fingers griped painfully in fair hair locks as hands clung mercilessly
onto the slave girl head...
   For what felt like a small eternity, the love channel held the penetrated
tongue in a tight grasp as the intense wave of pleasure coursed back and
forth through the lady's belly and thighs. Encompassing her entire body! And
even transmitting as an overwhelming mental force right into the core of
Anne's soul. The girl knew that even the smallest of movements would push
her mistress over the edge and release the desired scream and the flood of
lady cum into her mouth. The temptation was almost irresistible, but she
knew the consequences of that kind of disregard of her lady's instructions
would be severe.
   Unbearably slowly the heat came down. Slightly. Jean suddenly felt
uncomfortably warm. Which definitely couldn't be. Comfort was after all the
key!
   "Don't move," she ordered almost briskly as she finally unbuttoned her
shirt and threw it into a corner. The air felt wonderfully cool as it
brushed over her glowing tits. The only thing missing now was the sensation
of the satin material sliding gently over her nipples. They were giant, rock
hard points by now, blatantly betraying her intense arousal. When she bent a
little more forward, they swayed down to almost touch Anne's hair. Once
again she put her hands on the girl's head, and whispered hoarsely; "Now let
it slide veeeery slowly, and massage my nipples at the same time."
   Anne obeyed, and very gently started sliding her tongue out of the
shuddering love tunnel, until only the tip was clamped by the hungry inner
pussy lips.  She felt the small jerks and the uncontrolled gasps of air over
her as Jean waited for the next penetration. When it came, her mistress
tensed again and grasped her head so hard that her long fingernails bore
painfully into Anne's skin. She pressed her head even deeper into her
lover's crotch as she felt her lady try to open her entire body to receive
the full length of tongue up to that absolutely perfect fit. Jean wanted to
scream in happiness as she was totally filled up once again. Totally! There
was nothing on this world like this feeling! Again she felt Anne eagerly
grip her big, powerful buttocks, and push her harder onto her face as if to
get even deeper. Oooohhhh...  this girl was a miracle... Nothing less!
   The slow and gentle ride carefully resumed after the breathless
interruption by the climax build- up, and Jean once again slid back into the
pile of pillows. Her legs and arms fell powerless to the side and she let
herself drift off into wonderland again. The girl patiently continued her
work, gently manipulating the giant nipples at the same time.

   For another long period of time nothing could be heard but the intense
breathings and shuddering moans from the two women. Jean lay like she was
dead, just occasionally meeting a deep tongue thrust with a slow lift in her
hip region, making the dark curled bush split even deeper around Anne's
nose. Anne's tender hands switched between gently massaging her lady's
rippling belly, plump ass cheeks and erect nipples. She intensely enjoyed
the feelings she was able to generate in that wonderful body, and the
excitement made her own little pussy leak its juices in rich quantities. But
that was to be taken care of later in the loneliness of the evening when her
lady had left. The only thing important now, was the comfort and pleasure of
her beautiful mistress.
   "Damn you, you little pleasure bitch," Jean moaned between clenched teeth
as she felt the climax approaching again. Once more she wasn't sure if she
should just let go in between the sweetest of all the lips of this world, or
prolong the wonderful tongue ride for some hours more.  Resolutely she
grabbed hold of the bobbing head, and with a painful tear in the ruffled
curls once again urged the fantastic tongue to stop in its fully penetrated
position. The little slave darling read her mind like an open book. Jean sat
up again and felt the hot love tube clamp down on the full length of the
tongue. A new wave of small convulsions ran through her spine and belly, and
she knew she had managed to stop the build-up at the very last moment this
time too. The fireball of intense lust flared up and spread throughout her
body, holding her stiffly for another minute as she rode along the star-
bursting brink of orgasm - without falling over. She met Anne's eyes through
a sparkling fog of insane, crazy lust feelings, and then had to close her
eyes tightly to flow through the last break of the insane pleasure wave.
Still she had managed to savour the expression of love and devotion in the
girl's eyes.
   Again the fire slowly went by, and her body started relaxing and come
back down from the boiling rapture. Jean suddenly realised she hadn't been
breathing for more than a minute, and let the air go in a whistling hiss.
   This was what life was all about!!
   But she was quite sure she couldn't take one more trip like that to the
very edge. These kind of workouts were almost too hard even for a grown- up
girl like her. Unbelievably exhausting, practically draining her of all
energy even before she had her second orgasm of the evening!

   With a final small jerk, the body over her relaxed, and Anne received a
last, rewarding squirt of passion fluid onto her tongue. The tight grasp
holding it inside the love channel softened minutely, and her tensed thighs
released a little bit of their grip around her cheeks. She was wonderfully
deeeeep into the pulsating pussy - deeeep deep inside; and all she wanted to
do was to dig in still deeper and drink the uncontrolled excitement until
her mistress was totally drained! Totally!
   And somehow it almost felt better when her lady managed to hold back her
orgasm like that. It kept the edge up, in a way. The wild passion glowing.
Also for her! On the other hand it was a little frustrating to know that
there still was an even higher level of pleasure that she hadn't brought her
to yet, even when she knew it was her mistress' own wish to keep it like
that. For the moment...
   It was so different from that first night of lovemaking. The one she
still remembered as the dark night. For some reason. Back then Jean had
pursued maximum ecstasy all evening and night, without any sophisticated
attempts to enjoy the finer nuances of her skills.
   Oh that first dark night of fantastic love! Nowadays they could get down
for an evening and a night like this more or less any time. But up until
that first night, Jean had been like an impossible dream. Completely
unattainable!
   Anne still thought back to that night as possibly the happiest moment of
her life!
   And even though other people had entered her life in between with a
fervent, almost brutal impact, she still felt the same surge of sheer
happiness every time she cast her eyes on that magnificent woman.
   So any time like this, when she had the opportunity to pleasure her queen
of queens, she wanted to be at her very best. At any time. And just drown
into this overwhelming universe of genuine, superior womanhood. Just drown...
into the universe... the black hole... The abyss...

   Anne was amazed at how long Jean really could take this kind of
on-the-edge torture games. That definitely was something new about her, and
very different from the tendency to rush for the climax that was the
characteristics of the other ladies she served. She was -- already a long
time now - perfectly well aware of the impact of her talented stimulation,
and how difficult it was to resist, even to control. Even attempt to
control! For everybody! Even for her beloved mistress up until the last
couple of weeks!
   Not that she complained. Not at all! She still was in the best place in
all the world!! Right here and now!
   But no matter how she resisted mentally, she eventually had to admit to
herself that such long periods of deep penetration tonguing was very
exhausting. After all a lady normally lasted just a few minutes under one of
her deep tongue thrust- attacks, and after the inescapable explosion, she
herself had had plenty of time to relax and regain her strength while she
nuzzled, stroked and kissed her mistress through her sensitive period of
recovery.
   Her throat muscles had started to feel real strained and sore as she
finally heard the almost whispering voice form up above.
   "Okay dear; give me your best shot with your special technique! Like my
final test for your exam! Get into it, and really show me what you can do!"
   She knew what that meant. No holding back any more! No mercy! Full speed
ahead... for the peak!
   The belly in front of her heated vision bucked from excitement before she
could even start her full attack. A thin jet of juice sprayed her tongue as
it burrowed inward. Bursting stiff nipples trembled in anticipation as she
let her hands glide up along the waist to start her sweet fingertip
stimulation. One of her mistress' hands holding tightly onto her young
lover's neck, the other grasping a handful of padding, hanging on the best
she could!
   The luxuriant pubic bush now formed a perfect split around her nose. All
the way down. As designed -- as with the rest of her - to be a perfect fit
onto her face.
   And it didn't take even a minute of her masterful combination of deep
thrusts and insistent clit flicks before the pubic bone started trembling
vigorously and pushing the length of the insatiable slit against her mouth
and nose in hard, convulsive jerks. Heavy breathing gradually turned into
irregular gasps as passion took control.
   Encouraged by the immense response, Anne increased the brutality of her
assault as she tried to find the rhythm of the pubic bone jerking aimlessly
under her massive tongue lashes.
   It was difficult, but -- like always - she kind of instinctively picked up
on it, and was able to fall into the wild erotic dance led by her demanding
mistress.
   "Nnnnngggggghhhh!!..."
   No witty remarks... No precise instructions! Just a passion- consumed
woman, bucking like a young boy under her forceful stimulation. Like any
other of her lusty women. Now.
   Abandoning all her usual control for a blissful race over the top.
   Jean threw her head from side to side, gasping hoarsely, pressing her
entire abdomen up against the hard working mouth. That miraculous mouth.
Trained to total perfection. By her and her team.
   Even though she normally preferred relatively controlled orgasms when she
and Anne were together, the girl had no problems recognising her rapid rise
towards a violent blowout. Now the ecstatic pussy alternated between bucking
wildly against her mouth, and trembling motionless for several seconds under
her merciless tongue flicking.
   Then the trembling got harder; the thighs and belly muscles tightened...
much tighter... much...
   And then a heart- bursting explosion!
   The most violent orgasm she had ever experienced!
   Shattering her mind and soul to the very deepest of its core!
   Elaborately lifting her nearly clear of the pile of pillows as she gave
herself over to the hungry mouth.
   An all- consuming relief!! Possibly even better than the insane ecstasy
of their first night back together!
   Her body's unconditional approval of the girl's qualifications as a top
grade service girl! The best she had had... the best she would ever have!!
   She could sense from the way the body of her darling slave girl twitched
and twisted under her that she was on the edge of a violent orgasm herself.
Just from the massive mental impact of her own explosion! She was pleased to
note how her strict teaching stopped the girl from giving herself over to
it. All in order to be able to remain hot and hungry for her mistress! At
all times! Like a service girl should!

   Jean lay completely spent and powerless for a long while before she could
collect enough strength to move her head and look down at her beloved
darling with a faint smile.
   "I definitely think you're ready. You'll pass your test with flying
colours, that's for sure."
   Anne had stopped her gentle afterglow tonguing, and covered up the
exhausted pussy with a warm, fluffy towel, as she had done so many times
before. She knew that was the best thing for her mistress, but it was hard.
Her own body trembled with passion and she was consumed by the desire to
dive in and sink her talented tongue in to the bottom for a new, patient
pleasure ride already.
   But that would have to wait. Even Jean didn't have an orgasm like that
every day!
   And still the lady wanted to discuss those last, trivial things for her
exam preparations...

   The final approval - the exam, as Jean put it - sounded like some awfully
formal and very serious event. And it could be that it was supposed to be.
Or maybe even was to the other students, as far as Anne knew. In her case,
however, it was a whole different thing. Much more of a piece of cake than
she thought it would be when she was told about it the first time.
   Come to think of it, the whole arrangement sounded quite similar to that
first day with Jean's assembled team at the institute. That time when she
first met Mary and Pam. Gosh it already seemed like ages!
   When the time approached, she had expected to be nervous. And more and
more as the last days passed. Especially when Jean told her that she had
rented a suite at the Tortuga Hotel for the occasion.
   But it felt like a big step forward for her that she could go to the
challenge more or less just like it should be an ordinary training session
at the institute. Maybe because she sensed that there would be a relatively
familiar, or `safe' setting for the whole thing.
   When she knocked on the huge mahogany door with the gold- plated room
number and shiny black door handle, she wasn't surprised to see who were
waiting. Jean, Pamela, Mary... and Carol. And Deb, of course, in the
background, to arrange all the practical things.
   The only thing that actually stunned her was the size and luxury of the
suite.  It was a very spacious room, with one wall of nothing but windows
from floor to ceiling. A broad staircase led upward to a mezzanine with a
water fountain and an open bedroom arrangement. Impressive!
   Downstairs there was a spacious and shiny mahogany bar on the left hand -
where Deb had found her place - and a broad section with a dark toned glass
table and broad brownish, almost golden leather couches and recliners in the
middle of the room. All seemingly casually scattered over a fluffy white
rug. And all the usual refinements of course: champagne on ice with tall
glasses and a massive flower decoration on the table... Deb had even arranged
a jar with some kind of incense, creating a very heady aroma that brought an
additional soothing element to the atmosphere of the room.

   It was clear: they had tried their best to make her nervous!!
   No no! Not this girl. Those days were gone! Not even any last sign of the
everlasting sore trunk syndrome of the past!
   Sure enough her heart was pounding a little bit faster as she crossed the
shiny floor, her high-heel steps echoing in the room. And as she came up to
the leather section, where her `expert panel' casually waited. Jean, Carol,
Mary and Pamela. Side by side on the couch! Broad smiles greeting her.
Skirts hiked up around their waists. Legs crossed. Glasses filled. Jean
delivering another of her monologues on what was expected from her. And how
they all were looking immensely forward to it! Like she didn't know!
   When her mistress stopped talking, she gave them a confident smile in
reply. Then she kicked off her shoes and slumped down on her knees on the
soft rug in front of the couch...