Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 8 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 8

... face, flooded with the evidence of her endearment to having her pussy thoroughly satiated by another women. I let Gayle catch her breath. Chloe is stroking her, placing soft kisses on her abdomen. “Gayle I think CHloe deserves a thank you. Don’t you?” “Thank Ma’am.” Chloe kisses her way up Gayle’s inner hip, up the side of her stomach, to her breast, suckling her erect nipple. Then up her flushed chest and neck, before taking her face in her hands and kissing her lips. Gayle accepted her offered tongue and she tasted herself for the first time. I watch with rapt enthusiasm, as the girls shared their special kiss. Still kissing, Chloe laid back, bringing Gayle with her. She pushed Gayle’s head down, and she continued to place soft kisses on Chloe’s body. She ran her fingers through Gayle’s blond hair and pushed her further down towards where her thighs met her legs. For a moment Gayle looked up to Chloe, then me. Then returned to kissing her way down to Chloe’s pussy. Chloe gasped, “just do what you know makes you feel good.” With that, she tentatively licked her peeking clit, flicking her tongue on Chloe’s hood ring. “MMmm yes, that’s it.” Encouraged by Chloe’s voiced passion, she licked down her split folds. Pushing into her opening and fucking her with her tongue. Chloe placed a hand on her head and started to move her hips to Gayle’s tongue lashing. “OOhhh yes Gayle, keep going. Finger me.” Gayle lifted her head and replaced her tongue with two fingers. Driving them into ...

... Chloe’s wet crease. Gayle worked her finger in and out, as Chloe was nearing her climax. Her hips grinding against the invading digits. “Sir, may your subbie cum for you?” “Of course love.” “Thank you Sir! AAAAhhhhh yes...thank you Sir.” Chloe clasped her hands onto Gayle’s head and held it in place, as she rubbed her sex on her face. Gayle was still pistoning her fingers into her clit while laving her swollen nub. Chloe’s breathing was ragged as she held Gayle head at her quim. Her body spasming as the waves of her orgasm ran the length of her torso. When she had calmed herself, she slowly sat up and embraced Gayle. I gave each a plush robe and we all headed back to the top floor. Gayle had already had a busy morning of firsts. Her 1st, brazilian wax, 1st lesbian encounter, and her 1st taste of her own juices. And the day was still young. Chapter Two When we get back to the penthouse, Amy has prepared a nice lunch. She seems in better spirits. I take her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Did you miss us my pet?” “Oh, yes Sir.” Her hips grind into my bulge, as her arms go around my neck. “Thank you making lunch. I want you to go prepare your graduation present for Gayle. Then come back up and eat some lunch. I reserved a special spa appointment for you because you’re being such a good girl.” “Thank you Sir.” She bounds off down the hallway. I go and sit at the table where both of the ladies are seated and waiting for me. I sit and begin to eat Amy’s baked chicken ...