The Happy Service Girl

The Happy Service Girl

Ch 01 - Business and Pleasure

Livia had been working all morning and into the afternoon, and just had a good workout and a shower and was now relaxing in the comfort of the spacey tanning booth under the soothing shadows of the straw bundled roof. Amy had been out swimming and socializing over at the Seaside Lagoon the whole day, but as soon as she finally spotted her manager outside, in the booth, she came swimming back across the lagoon with swift and persistent strokes.

Livia was still a bit sated since their heated morning lovemaking, but she had had room service bring her a lot of soft drinks and some very light snacks, and now she actually felt quite good and well recovered for her enthusiastic young lover.

As she heard the splashing of water and the wobbly landing steps being climbed, she lifted her head and the heavy sunglasses enough to see the beaming face and then the whole perfection of the young but still quite voluptuous body coming up and into view. The girl grabbed a couple of towels and wrapped one around her hair and used the other to dab away the water. Next she shed her bikini top and bottom - just like that - before striding over in her naked glory like a joyful schoolgirl to kneel down at her feet.

"Can I get you anything, dear Liv?"

It had been an agreement from the very first day that she called her by her informal name, despite their difference in age and stature. Livia wanted none of that mistress nonsense, and even Lady' or Ma'am' was quite a bit too much for her liking. Not to mention `Boss.' Horrible! The main thing that her eager lover sported the right attitude of appreciation, adoration and servitude, then she certainly couldn't care less about the rest of the formalities.

"I'm fine. Did you enjoy it over at the lagoon?"

"Oh yes," the girl snickered as she continued fastening the towel around her hair. "I planned to have another Piña Colada, but you rescued me. I would've gotten tipsy." She laughed and waved her hand at her neck to underscore her point. Then she let her beaming eyes lustfully caress the reclining woman's awesome female forms.

"You look fantastic. Good enough to eat," she squealed in sheer joy. "Can I do something for you?"

"Thanks my dear, you're very sweet." Livia put her sunglasses back down on her nose and looked at the girl through the comforting filter as the youngster seemed to jump out of her skin in joyful anticipation. She felt the familiar knot in her belly and was all too happy to grant those unspoken wishes.

"Yes, you can do something for me. I'd like to recline for a couple of hours or so. Would you be a dear and get me my book? And then you can come back here and give me some attention, OK?"

They were both exceptionally familiar with the term attention, and to Amy it was the sweetest word in the world. When she had signed up to be Livia's personal assistant, after doing a very convincing job on her in the more than two hour long interview back in her downtown office, she knew perfectly well what it meant, and she was overjoyed about absolutely all aspects of it. And then also all the traveling to exotic places - very often under soothing palm trees and a warming sun - that certainly put that extra icing on the cake. Life couldn't be better under any circumstances, and she knew it!

Livia knew the girl was particularly hot about her prominent sunglasses, how they matched up with her raven black hair and her full red lips painted to an almost dangerously strong and beautiful facial facade that kept driving her young darling crazy with lust. Especially when - like now - the sunglasses were the only thing she was wearing, save for elegant stiletto heels and a set of ear pendants and arm rings, all of it in black.

She took the book with a big smile and put it to the side as she raised the head support of her recliner and elegantly opened her legs to accommodate and welcome the girl who was getting back down in between them with another squeal of joy.

"Yesssss!"

Her eyes went back and forth between the beautiful face and the incredibly succulent and inviting pussy that slowly came into view as the legs continued opening. At some point the meaty outer lips stretched flexibly and then burst softly apart to reveal a pink cleft in between, and the girl let out another cheer and waved her hands in excitement at the most beautiful revelation she could ever imagine.

"Be gentle. We've got time, remember that."

"Of course. Two hours, you said?"

"Yes."

"How many orgasms?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let's take it as it cums, okay?"

They both smiled knowingly at the remark and Amy eagerly went down into a crouch to lower her head down toward the source of all pleasures of this wonderful world. Her smile transformed into a contorted expression of unadulterated lust as she took in the mouth watering sight of the open sex framed by those powerful thighs, the gracefully rounded belly and tits, and that invitingly smiling face with the eyes hidden behind those mighty sunglasses.

As her flexible tongue snaked its way in between the soft puffy lips of joy and into the pinkish wetness deep inside, the smiling red lips up there opened slightly more to allow for a small sigh. It was a sigh of pleasure, surely, but also a sigh of appreciation of this intense desire to worship and serve.

As always in settings like these Livia made no attempts to be an active part of their languid lovemaking, leaving all the hard work to her eager young worshiper, something that just served to inspire the girl to increase her efforts to keep doing better all the time. Livia knew she took special pride in making every service at least a tiny bit better than the previous one. Maybe she herself expected it now. Why shouldn't she?

Indeed Amy always strived up toward perfection. After all she was the luckiest girl in the world just to be allowed to spend her time between those amazing legs and die a thousand delightful deaths for her beautiful lover as she drowned herself in her pleasures... in their oh-so-mutual pleasures, of course. And there was absolutely nothing else she'd ever want to do. Actually she had learned to understand she had wanted nothing but this from the very first days of her sexual awakening, and now she had found her goddess - and her goddess had found her - and now her goddess' pleasures were all that would ever matter to her.

Well, Amy did almost all the hard work. As she let her tongue slide along the inner folds of pink wetness and up into the grooves around the already protruding clitoris, she felt a slight lift in the hips under her, an almost imperceptible push to meet her eager stimulations to further enhance the pleasure it provided in Livia's ever welcoming body. Pleasure was what that body was all about, and that was what it was going to have - at all times - or at least as much as wonderful Livia could take. A moment later she had to laugh at her own chain of thoughts. Of course pleasure was much more than just the sexual stimulation itself. It was just as much about this worshiping part, obviously. The service. The unrelenting commitment to servitude, to cater for all her needs, at any time, no matter what the circumstances! Yes, that was what pleasure was all about... and that's what Livia had, right here and right now. And the lady certainly was a person to know how to appreciate the present moment!

The tongue played its amazing game, and soon Livia's sex was a drooling nest of sticky juices leaking copiously into her girl's eager mouth. She made a quick decision and took her first orgasm with a shuddering strength that left her in full control of her bodily response. The first one was always a bit lighter and served as an appetizer for the next and much more powerful ones. A way to get in perfect mental and physical balance for the real thing, so to speak. Still she squirted a generous dose of cream onto that deeply immersed tongue as lips pushed firmly against lips to ensure that nothing was spilled.

Livia couldn't help another light lift in her hips as the ecstasy made her body tense, and a small gasp when she relaxed back down again, but except for that she had taken the first one exactly the way she wanted it. So now was the time for the long, enduring - almost endless - bliss.

So they both fell into their familiar sexual indulgence, their special trance of kind, where Amy worked patiently with tongue and lips and Livia lay motionless with her eyes closed, breathing deeply and heavily as the pleasure washed back and forth through her body in lazily enraptured waves. Pussy and tongue played each other out so expertly it was like they had never been separated, and as time passed the giving and receiving was like a law of nature that could never be violated. Only every now and then did a specially well aimed flick of the tongue bring on a small groan or even a tiny squeal of joy, but for the most part the woman just basked in her pleasures, thinking of nothing at all as her admirer toiled on with seemingly endless strength and energy. While the tongue massaged engorged inner lips, the hands lovingly stroked soft peachy skin, creating goosebumps of added joy to the lusty female who could never get enough of this manner of unconditional worship.

On and on the lovemaking went... patiently, gingerly, relentlessly, tirelessly, staying on that elevated plateau of unparalleled love and lust all the time, feeding and being fed, giving and receiving, both of them in sexual heaven, none of them wanting it to ever stop.

Both enjoyed the warm air of the sea, heated by a soothingly friendly sun, gracefully blessing them in a paradise of blue sky, green palm leaves and allconsuming lust. The dutiful tongue now wrestled with an almost painfully erect clitoris, the breathing slowly getting heavier as the lovemaking gradually intensified. Still, as the two hour mark passed, Livia's body remained as calm as before. Only her head slowly went from one side to the other and her delicious breasts were rising and falling slightly faster as the steady flow of pleasure kept massaging her brain. Eventually she couldn't help but meeting the persistent stimulation with her hips, to work her clitoris against that tongue, take possession of it, forget all about leaving all the work to the girl, as she usually did. She tried, yes, but now it had become impossible, and they both knew it.

The real thing, the second orgasm, was rushing on, the hardest and the best one - maybe just sometimes surpassed by the third - after two and a half hours into an existence of total bliss, for two dedicated lovers who knew that the path up toward it was just as important as the final explosion itself....

As it arrived it was as massive as ever. Livia's chest shot up as she squeezed her head back, and then her hips came up in a wave like motion down through her body which ended in a rigid stiffness that was interrupted by small powerful convulsions running along the full length of her body. She managed to stay quiet as the ecstasy rattled her, but she lost practically all control of her bodily functions as she felt like her entire belly pumped its liquidized content erratically into the girl's mouth.

And it was as welcome as always, being received and taken down in greedy gulps with an enthusiasm that was signified by half- drowned squeals as the mouth pressed even harder against the trembling sex. The convulsions transferred into a series of small pumping thrusts against the mouth as the ecstasy peaked. She always tried to move as little as possible and leave the work to her admirer, but even that part continued to fail massively in this second and much harder outburst of ecstatic pleasure. She even twisted half way around as the last tremors raged and she fell back powerlessly, exhausted but happy beyond words.

"Oooooh... I really don't want to get up."

Amy was immersed so deep she had to gently work herself out of the wet folds to be able to respond.

"Then please stay where you are," she exclaimed, licking strands of sweet residue from her lips. "If you need anything at all let me handle it, okay?"

Livia sighed. "I know, I know. It's just that I need to have a meeting in half an hour from now. You know I need to get appropriately dressed and everything. Duty calls, you know," she smiled as she once again lifted the heavy sunglasses and pushed them up to her hairline.

Ch 02 - Conference Call

Amy wiped her mouth and got to her feet.

"Do you want me to set it up? It'll be safe as usual."

Livia thought for a moment and agreed. She couldn't say no.

"Yes, please do. Thank you, lovely you!"

"Yessss!" The girl raised her fists to the sky and jumped into action with another gleeful cheer. Nobody but she knew what that consent meant. Naked as the day she was born she scurried to work, running inside and returning with Livia's laptop and notes.

"Do you prefer it over here under that thatched roof?"

"Yes please."

"OK. And I should get the three section chair, right?" Amy gave her boss her most naughty smile, and then rushed back inside without waiting for a reply.

Livia went for a cooling shower, and then worked on her hairstyle and makeup before she put on a thin yellow blouse and a light jacket. Already while sitting in front of the mirror the heat was coming back to her and she felt more sexy and desirable than ever as she stepped outside to meet Amy.

Even though she should have been well used to her boss's overwhelming professional appearance, Amy's jaw dropped. Livia's tall stature, only dressed in blouse, jacket and stilettos made a stunning impression, to say the least. The blouse reached right under her navel, and the well trimmed pubic bush seemed to smile invitingly back at the horny girl as the glistening tanned legs moved.

"Like it?" Livia mused as she tiptoed an elegant pirouette in front of her awestruck admirer. Elegant even on high stiletto heels! Her dark gray jacket reached exactly half way down her fabulous butt cheeks and Amy couldn't help but sigh deeply in excitement over the amazing sight.

Then, with the full tits bulging under the jacket, Livia moved over to the makeshift office that Amy had set up for her. She walked in elegant, almost exaggeratingly sexy strides. She gave her assistant a warm smile as she saw a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a large glass of orange juice with a straw and a fresh lime slice over the rim.

The `three section chair' - the term they used between each other - was already in place, and the mid section seat of the three was already removed. Underneath was a padded head support which allowed a young and aspiring head to protrude up between the two outer sections of the seat. And further back was a recliner for the rest of the body filling the intended place.

As Livia came up to the seat and put her hand on the back rest, their eyes met. Amy's eyes beamed and she actually jumped lightly up and down on her toes in sheer anticipation of what was to come.

"Livia, please... May I?"

"Yes, you may."

Another excited glee and the naked girl got down on the recliner and eased herself in to put her head up in position at the upholstery pad. Again they smiled joyously at each other and then Livia moved to take her seat. Amy adjusted the pad under her head to push her face upward as far as it would go and sprawled her legs in sheer abandon as the awesome behind came into view to tower mightily over her. As Livia switched on the computer and adjusted her screen, the bottom slowly came down, framed by the blouse, the jacket, and the oh-so-adorable little pubic bush ready to caress her nose.

"Oh, Livia, I loooove youummmmpppfh..."

The pussy lips split open over her mouth and sealed it in a wet embrace that triggered a muffled squeal of joy. Livia looked down and met the gleaming eyes. "Enjoy, sweetheart. We'll see how long the meeting lasts, but I don't think you'll mind if it lasts a bit longer, will you?"

An energetic but confined shaking of head was followed by a softly protruding tongue, sinking in deep and filling her up with a most convincing signification of unconditional love, and Livia had to draw her breath as she met the smiling eyes through her wry little bush of pubic curls. Hands came snaking up along her hips and up to her waist - not too high to be visible to the camera - and then stroked their way lovingly downward, down to the top of the upper thighs to firmly pull her even heavier down on her face.

The next moment the tongue worked with soft twirls all over her pussy and soon had it leaking copiously. Livia connected to the meeting, and presented herself as businesslike as ever, introducing herself by pointing out how she at times enjoyed combining business and pleasure under the soothing southern sun. Business yes, and pleasure too, certainly, but nobody could see the full extent of her pleasure, of course. That secret was for Livia alone, and that fact had her squirming on her special chair already just a few minutes into the conference.

About half an hour into the call she had a short presentation, but otherwise it was mostly listening and taking notes. The presentation part was what held her back a bit, but after that she used their common signal code to have Amy intensify her oral ministrations. So toward the end she had to focus not to moan in a rippling response as the lust slowly started taking over.

Then end of conference and computer off. Final move was to close the cover to the camera. Then she let herself slip back in the chair while sighing deeply. She hadn't touched the coffee, but she took deep sips of the orange juice as she could let the pleasure take over freely and bring her toward another outburst of worshipful ecstasy. Once again she felt her hips coming alive as the hard working tongue did its magic, and she had to exercise all her self control to stay calm as the heat grew into a flaming knot in her belly. Stay calm, move as little as possible... let the ecstasy build by itself, by the girl's worshipful effort! It was exceptionally difficult, but it always gave the best orgasms, without question.

And the tongue kept circling rhythmically and predictably around her clit... making love to it, massaging it, wrestling it ardently with ferocious potency, driving it from one position to the next, throwing abundant fuel to the fire, collecting the seeping juices into the hungry mouth, going relentlessly for the ultimate objectives.

She managed to relax, somehow, even when the fire grew into a raging inferno, and the orgasm kind of grew out of her and exploded like in slow motion into an overwhelming crescendo that gripped her like a tentacled monster. Once again the two lovers fought their way through it, receiving and giving in a crazy physical and mental dance of pleasure that was impossible to describe. Again liquidized ecstasy sprayed the hard working mouth with such force that a few thin squirts actually stained the desktop and the monitor, and it became completely impossible to suppress a series of pumping hip motions that rode her through the last phases of the blistering ecstasy. Mouth and pussy continued working in perfect unison until Livia was totally spent and once again fell back into her chair, completely powerless. The third orgasm was always the absolute strongest, and this one had to rank with the best ones she had had in her privileged life!

Ch 03 - Island tour

They had planned for this hike already the night before, when they were cuddling together under the blankets before going to sleep. The orgasms of the day had been so well served that Livia wanted to save herself for the trip, although it was hard to let go of her regular going-to-sleep suckoff that she enjoyed so much. Amy was sorry too, and she was practically drooling at the thought of the pussy of her life so close but still so unavailable to her voracious hunger. But, of course, the focus was on the pleasure of her boss, not herself, and she stroked her beautiful partner cheek and upper arm with gentle fingers until she recognized the regular slow breathing of deepening beautysleep. In moments like this she could die for her lover's pleasures and her heart swelled in boundless joy and anticipation of all the love and service still to come.

They were planning on going all the way to the northern tip of the island, to Cape North Barrier, along the beaches, and that would take them most of the day, Amy mused. She admired the luscious body under the cooling shower as she got ready for the trip. They had made the pathway directly across several times before, but this was the first time all the way along the waterfront.

Amy couldn't be more excited than this! An 'orgasm excursion,' sounded like heaven although she couldn't tell exactly what her beloved boss had in mind. Not down to the details anyway. But actually she didn't care. She knew it was going to be great, and that's all she needed to know. She had prepared quite a backpack of food and drinks and other necessities for hiking and camping somewhere, so she should be in her best position to be of service in every possible way.

They both wore skimpy bikinis as they left the resort and shed them as soon as they got out into the dunes, leaving them with nothing but their sneakers and sunglasses on. Out there there wouldn't be a person to see for miles.

Despite her quite heavy backpack Amy felt like jumping along on a cloud of sheer joy.

"I hope you don't mind me going behind you, Liv? I'd like to admire your back and bottom as we go. Okay?"

"Well, okay, feel free to watch," Livia smiled back over her shoulder before raising her bare arms against the warm salty breeze from the sea and letting it caress her naked body, "but you will have it shortly as we come down to my first secret shelter."

As they strolled along Livia made exaggerated moves with hips and legs to the gleeful outbursts of admiration from the girl behind her, even bending all the way over at one point to pick up a beautiful shell. She held her position until she felt Amy's breath against her exposed bottom before she got up again. "Just a moment now dear, just a few minutes and we're there!"

The secret spot was a cleft of soft beach sand between some high wind torn dunes of turfy grass, a perfect shelter from prying eyes with a wonderful view of the endless horizon of the ocean.

As she put out the blanket and set the backpack up at the upper end as a head support to her beautiful lover, Amy was so horny she felt the juices leaking down along her thighs and her nipples almost painfully stiff. And when Livia took her place on the humbly offered spot as the most natural thing and elegantly opened her legs, her mons were as damp and glistening as that of her young admirer.

"So, you horny little minx, come and get it!"

Amy didn't waste a second to slide her hands under her partner's butt cheeks and lift the deliciously dripping pussy up to her lips, and they fused together in an inseparable conjunction that had them both shuddering in heated lust. Livia had wanted to build the tension even more before they got down to it, but she was so worked up she just had to have a quick release to be able to think clearly. And behaving and feeling like the queen domina was just what she needed for that. As Amy's tongue played out its masterful register of everything between deep penetrations and electrifying twirls around her swollen clit, she let her body float freely with the mounting pleasure. And by once again letting her devoted girl do all the hard work she needed just some three or four minutes of intense relaxation to stiffen and squeal and shoot several thin squirts of liquified pleasure into her beautifully sucking mouth. It was impossible to keep still as the orgasm rattled her and her pubic bone pumped erratically as she rode it out till they both fell back down on the blanket.

After a minute of gentle recovery Amy was up on her knees to pick a bottle from her backpack and hand it over to her boss.

"Some orange juice, Livia?"

"Oh, yes please. Thank you."

Livia got up and took a deep sip, Then she smiled over at Amy and then drained the whole bottle in thirsty gulps.

"You make me need a lot of fluid, you know," she laughed, tossing the empty bottle in a spinning arch back to her companion.

Then, before Amy knew it she was up on her feet and disappeared up onto the top of the dune and off across the field and over the next ones.

Amy got busy packing down the blanket and the empty bottle and getting the backpack back on, so when she got up onto the grassy turf over their hide, she could just see Livia passing behind one of the higher dunes a bit further ahead. She probably was in for a game of hide and seek or something, Amy mused as she followed the dry steps left behind in the sand. At first she sprinted almost as fast as her partner, but then the weight of the pack forced her to slow it down and after a little while she had no choice but to try her best to follow the shallow footsteps to get the direction. Soon they got confused with other steps and then she didn't know at all where her beautiful lover had gone.

Yes, this certainly was a game of hide and seek, and Amy had to fight her temptation to take her time in the search. But once again she had to tell herself that it was Livia's wellbeing that was in focus, and she couldn't leave her waiting until she got bored. So, as the sweat broke out all over her naked body she started looking around all the dunes and the turfy hides along the beach the fastest she could.

It took her some minutes to find her, but when she did she couldn't be more delighted. There, partially hidden in a cave like cavity right under a rugged rock, that very familiar behind was sticking out in all its overwhelming glory. Amy saw it moving in a way that clearly told her that her lover had been observing her and ducking her head and torso inside the very moment she saw her coming. Besides, one of the straps on her backpack kept swinging back and forth with the buckle tinkling lightly against the frame, and that sound was enough for Livia to assure herself it was her and not someone else.

Amy was about to squeal with delight at the awesome view, but realizing the idea probably was she should sneak in on her and `catch' her, she quietly slid the backpack off and down into the sand before slipping down to her knees. Then she slowly started crawling forward on all four as the mighty behind seemed to grow into enormous proportions in her field of vision. She didn't stop until the musky scent of horny woman invaded her senses like a hard slap in the face. The sensation for a brief moment gave her the urge to give the awesome behind a god measured smack, but she knew that would cost her dearly if she ever did, so instead she did what she wanted most of all. Firming her tongue up into a tiny but stiff little spear she squealed and then dove headlong in between the heavenly globes and rammed it into the twitching anal ring with all the strength she could muster. As it sank in the full length, she could feel her lover's body stiffen and her back momentarily crouch before she got around to relax and push back in a welcoming embrace, as always immensely appreciative of Amy's impulsive adoration of her irresistible attraction.

Amy let the delicious half globes of her lover's bottom engulf her face, and pushed her tongue inward till the stretch was maxed out and the strain almost got unbearable. She felt the tight opening convulse and clamp around it as she strove to stay fully impaled and used her hands to hold on to the lovely body as the bottom made small almost dance-like gyrations against her face. She couldn't believe that she was actually lucky enough to experience something so wonderful, to be allowed to worship an unparalleled beauty in such an exceptionally intimate way.

Harder and harder face and bottom pushed against each other in this most intimate of embraces, and Amy let her tongue slide and rotate as much as the powerful sphincter muscle would allow. Once again she had to squeal her happiness into the deep rear passage as her lips continued french kissing it in a tighter and tighter seal.

After doing this for what couldn't be more than a couple of minutes, she sensed that Livia's fingers were playing around discreetly under her chin, and the next moment her body stiffened and she yelled out as the orgasm hit her and made her anal ring clamp down so hard around Amy's tongue the pain drove tears to her eyes. But the liquids of passion wetting her neck and chest were so exciting it made her own cleft leak copiously as she kept staying put to work her lovely boss through all the magnificent phases of her ecstasy, clinging on to her bottom with both hands the best she could.

"Aaaaaahhh... what a rush," Livia moaned as she let herself slip over to the side and then on her back to try to get her breath back to normal. Then she had to laugh as she saw Amy working her tongue around in her mouth to take away the numbness that the brutal exercise in the welcoming back passage had caused.

"Don't tell me you start to get worn out already. This is just the beginning, you know!"

Amy jumped a little at the remark as she hadn't noticed Livia seeing her struggle. But she just smiled and responded that it would take a lot more to make her devotion to serve crumble!

"Kiss my ass once more then," the naked woman smiled as she got back on hands and knees. "And then wipe me properly. You know I hate walking around with a slippery butt crack!"

Amy sank her tongue in deep one last time and let it play around for a moment before she pulled out and used the convenience tissues from her side pocket to tap her comfortably dry for the rest of their walk.

They got up and continued along the coast line until they finally could see the light tower at the Cape North Barrier. The barrier was a 2 mile shallow strait toward the mainland and nowadays the largest container vessels couldn't even pass through any more. The ferry harbor at the light tower had developed into a small village, and if they came any closer they'd have to dress up in their bikinis again to stay respectable. To Amy's surprise that's exactly what they did, and a little later they both strolled into the sleepy little crossroad just like nothing.

The terrain was as flat as the sea around them, but the well known fish restaurant `The Seaside grill' occupied the only slight elevation, perhaps some thirty feet higher than the surroundings, making it a prominent view with its huge swordfish sign and the old fashion facade toward the street.

"I know the owner here, Miss Anderson. She'll get us a private boot for dinner. She's a lovely woman and a good friend."

As they moved up toward the entrance, they were met with a soothing breeze of salty air to cool them down a bit from the last part of their walk and they both stretched their arms up to enjoy it as much as possible before heading inside. Luckily there were huge fans in the ceiling and the faintest sound of air conditioning units was purring somewhere in the background.

A young girl of Amy's age welcomed them and guided them over to the booth that Livia specifically asked for, taking them across a spacey room with classical biedermeier- style furniture with a mixture of dining tables and sitting groups, and finally into the alcove section, consisting of four or five cubicle groups that were hidden from the rest of the room as well as from each other. The scent of ocean and sunny beaches was slowly replaced by one of oak wood, leather and woven cotton clothes, and the afternoon sunlight by the dim light from a simple but still classically looking luster hanging above.

After they had found their places and placed their orders with the young waitress, Livia went to the lady's room to freshen up, and Amy had her session with mouthwash and toothbrush once she was back again.

Ch 04 - The Seaside Grill

They ate a delicious meal with king prawns in garlic sauce and a lot of side dishes. The walk across the island had been quite a long one although it hadn't felt so with all the delightful interruptions on the way, and the two women dined with great appetite. At some point Livia had once again shed the bikini bottom, and when time came for dessert it didn't take long before Amy found herself under the protective tablecloth feasting on the most delicious dessert she could ever have. Livia enjoyed her ice cream under a considerable fit of sighs and groans and was able to time her orgasm perfectly with the last spoon of her little dish.

She kept her lover's head in place with a firm hand, clearly indicating she wanted her to stay for another bout and then waved for the waitress to bring her a double espresso.

"You must be Miss Livia, right?" the waitress asked with a shy smile. "I took the liberty of notifying Miss Anderson about your arrival. I hope you don't mind. She'll be here with your coffee in a minute."

Livia just smiled naughtily and sighed, making sure it was perfectly clear to the girl what was going on. But once she had left she gestured for Amy to slow down till her mouth and nose were just nuzzling over the pouty inner pussy lips and the soft tongue just collecting the thin seepage of tasty cream still leaking out after her last rapture.

"Your espresso Miss." A low, raspy voice, vibrant with confidence and authority, followed the small plate and cup framed with napkin, sugar and powder cream gently placed on the table. Then Miss Anderson, the owner of the restaurant, bent down and met Livia's half open lips for a deep kiss that had them both moaning. Livia had her hand against Amy's forehead under the table cloth as to keep the distance and prevent her from increasing the oral stimulation of her sex, but at the same time the passion of the kiss instinctively brought her hips forward to reestablish the contact she was so addicted to.

But she managed to control herself, and as they both came up for air, they held each other's head and smiled lovingly with sparkling eyes before sharing another sweet kiss.

"So, Livia," Miss Anderson purred, "How long will you guys be staying this time?"

Livia looked at her long time companion. She hadn't changed at all. Still the tall, powerful woman, now in her mid forties, with completely black, shoulder long sleek hair, broad hips and an impressive bust that took the breath away from anybody seeing her. She had an almost native look about her that was further emphasized by the dress she was wearing, sporting a near skin coloured short sleeved blouse with a fringed pattern across shoulders and bust, and below the waist a knee-long double apron of the same color, kept elegantly in place by a little brass buckle at the side.

"Oh, about three weeks, I guess. I need to train my new business assistant, and there's no better way to do that than down here. Here we can really focus, you know."

Again the two women smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to introduce us, Livia?"

"But of course Lorna." The hand under the table cloth moved, and a moment later Amy appeared from under its protective side, wiping her mouth as she moved to get up to her seat.

"I think it's more appropriate you stay down on your knees and introduce yourself to Miss Anderson here. We've known each other from years back, and she would quite like your undivided attention."

Amy was a bit stunned at the sight of the amazon woman, but the awesome sight and the clear message of what was expected of her immediately got her cheering with joy. And when the double apron was unceremoniously unfolded and a naked abdomen with a clean shaven pussy with swollen inner lips was laid bare, right in front of her nose, her eyes immediately got that characteristic sheen of almost senseless passion.

"So, is she any good?" The deep voice got even more raspy and had a slight tremble to it that revealed Lorna's excitement. She slowly moved her pussy up close till her sleek pubic bone almost touched Amy's nose. The question was directed to Livia, and Amy instinctively understood she was expected to hold back until given the permission to serve.

"She's the best so far, I can tell you."

"Well, Livia seems to bring along better and better service girls every time she comes here, so my expectations are high."

Amy jumped lightly as she realized the woman was actually talking to her. The voice was incredibly deep to be female, almost like a man, but still with the unmistakable touch of very female authority that could be sensed just as much as heard.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Amy... Amy Woodward, Miss Anderson."

Amy's lightly trembling lips were still but an inch away from the sleekly shaven pubic mound and the smell was already inundating her brain with its potent musk. Still she knew better than to move before she finally got the go ahead. Craning her neck she did her best to meet the awesome woman's eyes as she was being spoken to.

"How long have you been in Livia's personal service?"

Amy tried to smile, but she felt her mouth watering so much it threatened to seep out from the corner of her mouth.

"Almost a year now," she responded breathlessly. "I've never been happier."

"I know that. Livia is a wonderful lady. Demanding but fair, just like me."

Lorna folded the apron and put it over the cubicle backrest. As she did, her moves brought her sex in contact with Amy's nose and lips several times, but then she once again got back in that same hovering position, not even an inch above that hungry mouth.

The swollen clit was protruding insistently from between her very exuberant inner labia and made her dripping pussy look like a rose's beautiful petals. The size of it perfectly matched the awesome intimidating effect of her voice and stature, so different from Livia's more dainty but still cogent preeminence. The feeling of being a subdued pleasure slave had never been stronger and Amy was helpless to prevent the seepage from the corner of her mouth and desperate to get to taste this abundant source of raw and unadulterated lust.

"I like it very gently from the start. Just the tip of your tongue. I promise you'll get the full serving before we're through. If you're good, that is!" The compelling voice now had an unmistakable shudder to it that revealed the woman's mounting excitement and the trembling of Amy's lips made the final moment before the ultimate contact seem endless.

Livia observed the couple with a mixture of amusement and rising passion. She had known Lorna Anderson since university, and while she herself had stayed in corporate business, her friend had taken the plunge and settled down on this paradise island to develop the hotel and restaurant business. They were the first ones to admit to each other how much they loved to receive oral and also the first to actually do it in each other's company, in a luxury hotel room back in Stanton. She could still recall that typical hip movement when her girl's tongue entered her and filled her up, and the active way with which she took her pleasure. But that was a story for another day. She wondered if it would still be the same now. After all, she hadn't seen her in action for a while. True enough she now had like two or three girls to take care of her, so she should be sure to be well satisfied in her everyday life, but if she was anything like what she had been in the past, she knew those girls were working more than hard to make their boss happy. But meeting up with her old companion from university was a rush of its own, and no matter how well served, Lorna was always ready to try out every new girl Livia would bring her way. They usually had a different streak, somehow, obviously a result of the different training they had gone through, and that by itself was a novelty worth exploring.

All three women were shuddering lightly in tense anticipation until finally Amy felt the time right to follow Ms Anderson's instructions and let the tip of her tongue dart out and gently slip in between the meaty inner lips and into the pink wetness inside. As she let it slide up and down along the moist cleft she looked up to see her new lover following her every move with strict observance. Was that her natural self, or some kind of a tease? Could she really be of such a dominant stature that this was all natural to her?

"Don't go too high. Don't touch my clit!"

Amy was in the process of entering the grooves at the shaft of the clitoris, and stopped her lingual pursuit at the last moment. It was so unbearably hard to resist, but the steeliness in that exceptionally deep voice left no doubt as to what was demanded. So she was left to continue letting her tongue slide up and down the way she had started it off. No twirling or playing around, just long firm strokes from the bottom of the cleft up to the urethra; steady, obediently and committed.

The total domination exuded by this lady was possibly stronger than that of her own lovely boss - which really meant something - and Amy felt her body tremble in sheer bliss as she put her full focus on following her instructions to the letter. The taste of her juices as they started coating her tongue was as intimidating as her mental strength and made her feel like erupting in senseless glee. She could hardly fight the intense urge to wrap her arms around that lovely pelvis and bury her face deeper into the inviting crevice and suck like a starving infant, but she knew better than to defy the power of her amazing new lover. Still she gently increased the strength of her tongue strokes, looking for any signs of appreciation, or even some kind of response that would tell her that her efforts were starting to pay off.

And all of a sudden it happened, on a firm upstroke, the belly muscles over her convulsed uncontrollably, followed by a sharp intake of air. As instructed Amy had not touched the clitoris, so this could only come from the mounting lust springing from the extremely powerful sensation of dominance. The protrusion of the sensitive clit, as it slowly continued growing out from its protective folds, revealed the same response, and Amy just couldn't help a tiny squeal of joy as her confidence mounted.

As she continued her persistent tongue strokes she sensed the first light shuddering and all of a sudden a tiny surge of sticky liquid bathed her tongue and tonsils followed by several more contractions in the delightfully rounded belly steadily dominating her vision. She still hadn't touched the now fully erect clit, but discovered that the woman's urethra was almost equally sensitive, and eagerly let her tongue play around the little spot, determined to break the sedulously dominant spell of this awe inspiring woman.

In a matter of minutes she had the body shuddering and trembling and all pretense of cool self control was quickly giving way to sheer unadulterated lust.

"She's quite hard to resist, isn't she?" The amused voice from over at the table brought both lovers out of their spell for a moment and made them jump lightly. Livia talked with a low raspy hiss that revealed her excitement from just watching how her dedicated assistant seemed to be able to bring just any woman out of composure with her magic ardor. Not that she had served so many of her influential friends yet, but somehow she just knew she would manage. And there would be many more to handle in the near future with those extraordinary talents of hers.

"Yes, I have to admit she is. In fact she is surprisingly good." Then, once again looking down at her lover; "you're free to do it the way you like. Make it good for me!"

Another thin whine of glee came from down there as the agile tongue went from its rhythmic up-and-down sweeps to start circling the swollen clit with lovable swirls. It was welcomed by a deep sigh and another series of light contractions in belly and thighs, like that awesome body had a life of its own. A squirt from deep inside painted a milky stripe up the girl's cheek and over the top flip of her ear and even Livia could clearly hear the sound of the heavy swallowing that instantly brought more heat to her own loins. And when the mighty hips started pumping erratically against the upturned face she literally had to fight to resist the temptation to touch herself down there. It was a scene almost too hot to handle; exactly this kind of untamed lust that could drive her passions to insanity; this relentless drive for the ultimate oral orgasm that only connoisseurs like the two of them would know the full extent of. There was simply nothing like it, and when it unfolded it was like the most potent drug flushing through their veins and taking total possession of their bodies. And then, when the ecstasy broke, Lorna had all kinds of troubles holding back a rampant scream of primitive lust, sturdily choking it down to some guttural grunts in an effort not to alarm other guests in her restaurant. Her body trembled and shook, and gulp after gulp of steamy ejaculate went down the hungry throat as the girl was fed a dose of female ecstasy that even she found hard to swallow. Their bodies moved in slow rhythmic gyrations as the transfer went on, almost like an erotic dance of sorts, and only the grimaces and teeth gritting straining told of the maddening pleasure that rattled the amazon woman to the very core of her being. She had always taken pride in maintaining her authoritative composure throughout her oral ecstasies, but this one surely was her biggest challenge yet. Still, as the orgasm slowly subsided and she got in control of her liquid deluge she took some deep breaths to get back on top of the situation, as she always had to be.

"I guess this is as much female heat that you can handle in one go, sweetheart. I'm a mouthful for most aspiring young lovelies," she murmured, with only the slightest trembling to her voice.

She let her hand slide from the back of Amy's head to the top, expecting her young admirer to let go after a job so well done. But the suction of those greedy lips never relented and she really started to realize she actually might have met her match with this one. The tongue worked intensively in her drooling love channel, in well-practiced distance from her sensitive clitoral area, and it didn't even take a minute for her to let out an uncontrolled moan as mouth heat flared up once again. Indeed, Lorna Anderson knew herself well enough to know that an orgasm with the intensity she had just experienced would be enough to sate her for quite some time, and the fact that she was now ready for another go made her wonder how long the girl had actually been in Livia's personal service.

"Hold on for a moment... I - I need to sit down..."

It was against her policy to sit down with the guest while on duty but in this situation there was no question. Holding on to the slightly bobbing head she got down next to her friend with a huge sigh. As Livia put her arm around her shoulders she couldn't help resting her head against her neck as the more comfortable position got her emotions running wild. All pretense was gone and the woman was lost in a haze of passion that had her breathing heavily and erratically.

From then on the lovemaking slowly wound up to get stronger and stronger. Lorna held Amy's head hard against her throbbing sex as the two women kissed passionately. The girl sensed she was once again getting close when all of a sudden the phone on the table buzzed. First the woman didn't pick up, but when it rang again she cursed and then responded. After all she was in charge and was on duty.

"Mom, are you gettin' yourself some head again?" Amy could hear the young voice on the call.

"Well... yes, as a matter of fact I am. Just give me five and I'll be right back, okay?"

"You better be, we've got six more couples coming in just the last three minutes. If you come back right away Rochette can finish you off under the desk when they're seated, okay? But we need you here right now."

Another curse. "Okay okay, I'm on my way."

Amy was still in up to her ears in blissful euphoria and even though she had heard what was said she could hardly believe it when she felt the push on her forehead and had to start working her face out of the blissful depths. Her tongue had been gripped by the dripping love channel and she literally had to pull back to get all the way out. Confused and dizzy, she swayed back as the woman hastily got to her feet, grabbed the apron and wrapped it around her hips before disappearing out of sight with another breathless curse on her lips.

Livia laughed. "That's what it's like to be on duty! Poor Lorna, I've never seen her so worked up. You did a great job impressing her, I can tell."

Amy was still a bit dim and pussy drugged and strove to focus her eyes on her boss as she kept swaying back and forth.

"And she certainly made an impression I can see..."

The girl tried to talk, but the moment she opened her lips a huge glob of pussy cream escaped her and dripped off her cheek and down onto her chest.

Livia laughed. "You look thoroughly abused darling. Just the way a good service girl should present herself. Now c'mere!"

The next moment Amy was embraced by her darling mistress' warm thighs, and she could once again lose herself in the depths of the juicy sex she loved the most in this world. Livia was still terribly worked up and almost drenched her with her passion as it flooded her mouth. Both women squealed of joy as the contact of eternal rapture deepened and then rapidly surged out of control. And when the orgasm broke their bodies were like one in a perfect clasp that once again allowed the liquid to flow from one to the other without the slightest spillage in spite of the erratic pumping of hips and the half drowned squeals of blissful abandon echoing throughout the confined booth. Amy was flowing on a cloud of pride and joy as she gulped down the deluge so wonderfully undulating her tonsils, recognizing the erratic bouncing and shuddering against her mouth as the unparalleled pleasure her boss was experiencing; the only thing good enough for her. How could life possibly be better than at moments like these?

Ch 05 - Romantic Sunset

Rustling of dry straw, salty breeze from the ocean, the smell of sunbaked wood, waving palm leaves and the distant sound of some kind of rhythmic music from a nearby resort compound. The sensations from vision, smell and sounds were so totally over the top holiday like it was almost too much. Once again Livia had to remind herself how lucky she was who could combine such paradise-like surroundings with work. And on top of that she had her dedicated pleasure slave who would be at her beck and call at all times, ready to respond and comply to even her slightest whim.

Amy had asked for permission and was now swimming happily across the bay to the Sea Bar for some relaxed fun with the people laughing and drinking in the shadow of the huge umbrellas. Livia was more than annoyed about the look of those umbrellas - intense pastel colored with loud commercials on beer and soft drinks - how they totally ruined the otherwise quite genuine rustic style of the authentic looking bungalows on poles all along the sunny bay. How on earth could some people be so tasteless? Her thought went back to the Seaside Grill over at the other side of the island and how Lorna had decorated the place with her very confident taste and style. No neon lights or glaring pastel colors back there, only classical leather, woodwork and the distinguished look and smell of island tradition.

It was two days since their island tour, and the next morning Livia was just too sated for her morning service. That hadn't happened in a long time, and went to show how exciting the tour had been and what a toll it had taken on her sexual energy. But this morning had started off the way it should, and the lovemaking had lasted for nearly two hours before she was fully satisfied and ready for a session at the work computer. She had invited Lorna with one of her waitresses, Rochette, for coffee and snacks in the bungalow in the evening, while her daughter was looking after the restaurant, and just the thought of the heat of action her awesome friend could induce made her body tingle just as much as before. She was surprised at her own sexual drive and had to fight an urge to call for her ever willing Amy for another couple of hours of oral service right away. Still, all in due time, although hard to wait. And besides, she really needed to focus. The documents to review were not the kind that could be scanned through while being kept on a slow boil by a languid tongue, so she better do that part properly and keep looking forward to the afternoon visit and the subsequent carnal joys that would come with it.

So, no matter how hard it was, she had to turn down the girl's eager advances around lunchtime, as she emerged from the water and quietly snuck in under the table and pushed in between her legs. She had been swimming around in the bay for several hours, but came back up to satisfy her `hunger for Miss Livia,' as she used to put it. Livia had to wear her skimpy bikini since sitting naked just made her too horny to concentrate, and that's what saved her from another lost hour of sexual demeanor as the lacy material prevented the probing tongue from entering her ever lusty sex. Luckily the cold water on the girl's skin also cooled her libido enough to control herself.

"Amy, stop that. I need to concentrate!"

With that she used her leg to gently push her away and the girl let herself fall theatrically back on the floor like a mistreated servant with a sultry expression of hurt rejection on her face. For a moment Livia actually considered if she could have a quickie with her, but then the deadline told her that she had better finish without further interruptions.

"Amy dear, this afternoon Lorna from The Seaside Grill is coming to visit. Then we'll have a little party here and you'll get everything you want, promise!"

"Yess!" Amy was up and jumping with joy as she clapped her hands in enthusiasm. "Miss Anderson is cool!"

Soon Amy was again happily swimming around in the bay and Livia strove to finish her part of the report structure in time. There was the deadline, but also the upcoming visit to prepare, so no time to lose.

But it turned out to be next to impossible to concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning and circling around the pleasure of the girl's incredibly cheerful and enthusiastic service. No doubt she was in the process of becoming addicted. How could it be possible the world wasn't aware of the immense bliss of dedicated oral service? It surpassed anything else in the realm of sexual gratification with every possible margin. But it was not only the bodily lust, of course, and the fantastic sensations and the ecstasy it provided - it was more, so much much more, like... even the power of it! Yes, the sense of power and superiority; the ultimate experience of being pleasured, of receiving without giving, being the sole center of attention, 100%, till she would be totally satisfied and could take no more. Yes, the power of it; the attention, the devotion, the worship, and the pleasure. The way it all went up into a higher unity of sheer and unparalleled bliss... the times when everything got perfect... everything! And this kind of perfection was what got her increasingly aware of the fact that she could hardly live without it the rest of her life, no matter what would happen. Would Amy be the one? Or would just anybody do as long as she had the right mindset? The total submission to her needs? Her eyes searched and immediately found the girl happily throwing balls with some other couples in the bay, water splashing around them as they exerted the excess of youthful energy and jubilation. It was like nothing in this world was bothering her, and she felt certain it would remain this way as long as she knew she was just filling her time with fun waiting for the next opportunity to be of docile service.

Even as she kept watching her from the corner of her eye she saw Amy constantly throwing glances her direction to check if there shouldn't be a signal that there was something she needed or wanted. Just a quick raise of a hand would have her swimming over with urgent strokes to adhere to any need or wish she might possibly have. Poor girl, she didn't know there was no chance she would have time for anything until the report was complete. And then the visit would be here shortly after.

She finished the reports just in time, and as she did Amy was already up and had her shower and prepared herself for the visit. As she stood squeezing the water out of her hair she humbly inquired about the plans for the evening, but Livia had to say as was the truth that she didn't know much about what her old friend had in mind. But Amy was asked to order four large plates of sushi and prepare a lot of ice for drinks for the arrival, an instruction she performed with the same gleeful enthusiasm as always. It was like every request, every craving, every command - the stricter the better - set the dopamine off like a burst of energy into her bloodstream.

A little while later the doorbell chimed, and Miss Lorna Andersen entered in all her glory. What had both women gawking as she came out to them on the back terrace wasn't just the dress she wore but the fact that she brought not one but two young girls along with her, one on each side. The dress was actually nothing more than a broad, shiny black leather belt with a prominent gold-patterned buckle plate around her waist and a black push-up bra, enhancing her massive bust and exposing the already stiff nipples, under a dark gray knee-long coat draped over her shoulders and held together in the front of her neck with another golden norse style inspired buckle. Her two girls were stark naked save for metal spiked leather neck collars onto which their Lady had clipped thin leather leashes that she held down so short that both girls were bent over by their hips as they staggered alongside with both hands on their back and the loose hair completely hiding their faces. The hands were not tied or something, so they seemed to just hold them there for the visual effect of it. It clearly was a display of blatant dominance and ownership that the three of them appeared to be very well coordinated to present, and it certainly had the desired effect on the two hostesses.

Even though she had known her friend for so many years, the appearance surprised even Livia, but when she glanced at Amy from the corner of her eyes, she could see shock and almost fear in her eyes. So too did Lorna, apparently, and with a big smile she let go of the leashes to allow the two girls to straighten back up to greet them. After rising and tossing their hair back the two darlings put their hands in front of their tiny pubic bushes and smiled shyly. Then, with low voices, they presented themselves as Kelly and Rochette.

"Staff from my restaurant," Lorna added. "Lovely, aren't they?"

Amy recognized the last name from the call she overheard back at the restaurant the day before, the girl that was said to finish her off' after Miss Anderson had to rush back to seat the arriving guests. She had expected a girl like that to be more cheeky' in a way, not such an innocent looking half- blushing sweetheart as the one now standing in front of her. The contrast between the entrance and their new position was striking, and overcoming her initial shock she realized this was some kind of a game to impress or to simply amuse. At least she hoped so.

Livia went up to hug her old friend welcome, and to Amy's surprise she even hugged the two accompanying girls with the same heartfelt warmth. That apparently made them relax a bit more, and all of a sudden hands were down along their sides and no longer trying to hide their youthful nakedness.

"I love dramatic entries," the distinguished guest smiled as she patted the bottoms of her two companions. "There's nothing like an erotic tweak to set the stage for a nice evening." Then she stepped forward and almost whispered close to Livia's ear. "I didn't have her finish me off after seating the guests. I wanted to save up for this. Two long days. I'm horny as hell, I can tell you!"

"Well, I know my Lorna, don't I?" Livia's smiling reply was in full voice, and she gestured for them all to come over to sit down at the table while rushing Amy off to order one extra plate of sushi. The sun was already low in the sky, and Livia made sure they all had a marvelous view of the sunset out in the western horizon.

"There is absolutely nothing like the sunsets down here," she sighed as she took her own seat next to the others. She herself was dressed in a quite tiny two-piece with a thin veil draped around her, and with her trademark sunglasses raised to above her hairline. "I know you see them all the time, but I still think you'll be particularly fond of this one."

Amy returned with the fourth portion and as the sun slowly descended toward the horizon they all turned to face the view while they enjoyed the meal and the atmosphere of expectancy.

When they had finished, Amy rose to clear the table and get a bottle of prosecco and glasses from the cooler. At that moment Lorna snapped her fingers and both of her girls slid off their chairs to sit deftly on the floor on each side of their boss. When Amy returned with the tray of drinks, she was struck by the timelessness of the powerful image of a cross legged mistress framed by her two slave girls. Once again she held their leashes in one hand, and used the other to stroke Kelly's fair curls. Amy had learned to pop the cork in a way that saved most of the bubbles, and when she poured the first glass to Lorna, the woman smiled with an approving nod as she gracefully reached out to receive it. When the two superiors had received their glass and clicked them to salute the beautiful evening, the three girls got theirs and Amy got down at the floor next to Liva to ensure that the natural order of things was firmly established. The sun was beautifully low and the warm breeze from the ocean caressed the hot bodies as they all reveled in the magical beauty of the painting of various shades of dark red on the sky.

The three girls remained quiet at the feet of their women, their eyes sparkling softly in the reddish light of the marvelous sunset as they enjoyed the ambience of relaxed anticipation. The first round of prosecco was quickly finished and Amy immediately jumped to replenish, once again serving the seated ladies first. Lorna and Livia had been chatting a bit, but as the sun descended they got more and more quiet and just enjoyed the erotic emotions and beauty of the setting.

As the sun stood bright and red right over the horizon, sliced at the lower middle by a thin cloud, Lorna made a light tug in Rochette's chain. The girl had been as entranced by the scenery as the rest but had absentmindedly let her lips slide softly along her lady's leg and calf. The signal prompted her to turn and get into position as those powerful legs slowly opened, and the body slid a bit lower on the chair. There was another light tug - one not required at all - as the girl kissed her way up along the inner thighs and soon found her ultimate target with practiced grace, sealing her lips to the protruding labia with a joyous sigh. As she placed a carressive hand at the top of the blonde head, Lorna looked over at her old friend with a triumphant glimmer in the corner of an eye. Livia could see the point, with this being so different from the quickies she had in some available mouth during the busy days at the restaurant. Her companion in need had become more romantic with age, and learned to appreciate the beauty of the little things in life, the things that still really matter. To Livia it was a bit too early. She would just come too soon if she would order her sweet Amy in position just yet. She wanted to be in full coordination with the very last rays of the sun.

Lorna soon had Kelly up to let her tongue play with an erect nipple. She gently held on to both young heads as her lidded eyes panned the beautiful scenery with an apparent lack of focus. At some point Kelly got the glass of prosecco and put it to her boss' lips for a good swig, and then went in for a long and deep kiss on her moist lips that left them both breathless. She never abandoned the hard nipple, which had its stimulation dutifully maintained with playful fingers as the lips and tongue were busy elsewhere.

"Mmmm what wonderful sweethearts," she murmured as she guided the girl's head back down to her nipple. "I should have brought Charlene as well, for the other tit," she smiled at her friend, triggering a light chuckle from both of them.

"It looks like you're doing just fine with the excellent service you've got at hand," Livia responded as she took another sip to finish her prosecco. Then she let her hand with the glass down onto her armrest and smiled to herself as Amy immediately jumped to her feet to replenish.

"Thank you dear," she murmured at the eager girl. "I'm having some excellent service myself too, as you can see," she said, shifting coyly over at Lorna.

"Yes, none of us got any reason to complain..."

Amy stepped over to refill Lorna's flute as well before once again settling down at her mistress' feet with a proud smile on her face. The intense charge of this entire incredible scene had her so on the edge she thought her body would explode. This was what she had always dreamed about, and soon - very soon - it was going to be even more perfect. She looked up at her boss with adoring eyes, letting her lips brush along the lower leg in a luxurious token of gentle adoration and sweet submissive love. She realized she wouldn't mind being on a leash herself, frankly she wouldn't mind being held much harder than she was. Not at all. But she knew that would be way off for a woman who didn't even want to be called `mistress.'

Lorna grew a bit uneasy on her chair, and as eager tongues kept stimulating her sensitive spots, her breathing became noticeably heavier. Livia and Amy watched as muscles spilled and rippled along thighs and belly as the pleasure warmed the beautiful body more intensely than the breeze from the sea. The tanned skin of lady and service girls glistened in the dim reddish light and created a motif more beautiful than any artist could create. Amy almost clung to her partner's leg and felt like screaming from sheer lust as she waited for the signal to start a pleasuring exercise of her own. The sun was touching the horizon already. She didn't forget about her, did she?

But then, finally, the attention shifted her direction. Livia looked down at her, smiled coyly, and lifted one brow ever so slightly. At the same time she uncrossed her legs and let them slip apart, just enough for Amy's head to snuggle in between the knees. She knew better than to push her way forth, and patiently used her lips to sooth the inner thighs in a persuasive lure as her entire body shuddered with passion.

"I love you..." she whispered, sensing the skin flutter under her lips in response to her heartfelt statement. She didn't get any answer, but had it in every other conceivable way than what was to be put in words. The beauty of the sunset was way surpassed by the beauty of what she was now given the privilege to luxuriate at, the body of the queen of queens. As so many times before she felt an irresistible desire to squeal with joy and she had to use all her self control to stop herself from plunging forcefully in.

Still, as Livia slowly opened up, she put an elegantly manicured index finger on her girl's forehead to control the move, taking another languid sip from her glass as she continued admiring the beauty of the scenery. The sound of soft moans and squirming movements next to them added to the beauty, and the sound of hard working tongues providing blissful pleasure was driving Amy crazy. The smell of Livia's arousal reached her like a slap in the face and made her tremble.

"Take it easy, Amy. Don't get too greedy. I want to time this exactly with the sun," Livia whispered, so low that Lorna and the girl didn't hear her.

Amy threw a glance up and cheered inside at the rapturous expression on her lover's face. She knew she was in for the most wonderfully delivered service, and she certainly was going to do her part to the very limits of her capacity and then some, to make it the best one ever. And Livia seemed to sense it. Her shuddering increased noticeably even before Amy was anywhere near the ultimate object of their mutual desire. The finger on her forehead kept attempting to halt her advance, but became tellingly lapse and limp in its ardor. And as Amy took the liberty to put her hands to the hips for the ultimate embrace, the slight movement against her told her everything she needed to know.

"Mmmmm... I love yoummm..."

Her lips mashed into the swollen lips of erotic bliss, and the wonderful contact felt deeper and more meaningful than ever before. A gasp from above told her that the contact was well established and fully relished. And told that the passion was driven even much higher due to the timeless erotic display of servitude next to them.

Lorna had started shuddering, and even her voice was thick with lust as she murmured sweet nothings to her two assistants. The sun was one third down and glowing dark red with a fantastic tableau of fluttering colors across the sky. In the distance a few thin clouds got a creamy yellow tint as they lay hovering over the endless horizon of low-humming ocean. It was a mesmerizing view that added to the mounting pleasure washing back and forth throughout the beautiful bodies on the reclining chairs.

None of the three service girls could see the setting sun, but Rochette and Kelly had been through this before, and tried to measure the intensity with the colors and the length of the shadows and reflections. Amy discovered she could follow the reflection in Livia's glass, and cheered to herself as she felt her boss' urgent hand on her head. Then it slid to the back and applied a persistently unifying pull. It went alarmingly quickly, and as more than two third of the glowing disk was gone, the two ladies started to give voice to their lust as delighted tongues ardently increased their work with urgent determination, holding on to hips and thighs and shoulders as the gyrating intensified.

Right before the last slice disappeared, Lorna and Livia exchanged glances behind dark glasses and almost had to laugh at their rapturous expression. But then they had to grab on to the nearest mop of hair to tear at, and then let their bodies run into spasms with pumping hips and trembling thighs. As the last slice shrank from a thin shivering line into a shiny point and then went out, their bodies exploded into orgasms so wild their tensed bodies lifted clear off the recliners as surges of ecstasy came in wave after wave. Hair was torn painfully and arms clung on to hands and shoulders to prolong the bliss of culmination as long as humanly possible. It was a rough ride that drove the service girl into a frenzy of submissive thrill. There was nothing more exciting than bringing their mistresses to such unsurpassed levels of pleasure, and despite the pain and the rough treatment the experience was more than enough to set them off to body shattering orgasms themselves. Their squeals were muffled and partially drowned in the depths of juice squirting sexes and they strove hard to swallow away everything that was offered between occasional gasps of air through their noses.

But nothing lasts forever, and finally the incessant beauty and energy of ecstasy ran out, literally, and five exhausted bodies fell back with blissful sighs for a warranted and much needed recovery. Rochette's mouth never left the cavernous slit of the delightfully swollen sex, but she knew perfectly well how to keep her stimulation down to an absolute minimum required not to cause even the slightest discomfort. But the rapturous expression on her drenched face clearly told on her intention to stay where she was for as long as she would ever be allowed to. She thought back at the endless number of quick suck-offs she had provided over her three years of subservient employment, and certainly knew to cherish the opportunities she got for some proper lovemaking every once in a while, when her boss would take her time to really work with her for wonderfully romantic oral sessions like this very special one. So, even though Kelly also took her turns with lips and tongue to cater for the needs of their totally insatiable superior, she was quite certain she was the favorite, and as such she felt very privileged. Almost as much as Amy who was enjoying herself in exactly the same privileged position right next to them, without any competition whatsoever. So for her there was no playing favorite, obviously, and that was an emotional security by itself. But Rochette had long since recognized that she alone would not be enough to keep the owner of the Seaside Grill fully satisfied, so there was bound to be someone else too. And then better it was docile Kelly, who always did her best but didn't present a serious challenge to her position as the favorite. Yes, Rochette was happy, and was more than willing to leave the protruding nipples up there to her young colleague's playful tongue. This, right here, was her place, and hers alone. It was still a strange thought, but she knew she was in love, in love with this incredibly lovely brand of sex that had given both her and her boss such unlimited pleasure in their respective roles as giver and receiver. In love with the brand, with the body and with her.

The sun was gone but all five of them remained in the same position, enjoying the sweet afterglow of provided and consumed ecstasy. Eventually Lorna took Kelly by the leash and guided the girl's head up hers for a deep, tongue swirling kiss. It went so deep and lasted so long that both were completely breathless when they finally came up for air. Then down again.

After several dives Lorna took a timeout to get her breathing under control.

"Kelly. I think we've had enough wine for a while. Would you be kind and brew us a fresh can of coffee please? Use the brewer in the van."

"Right away Miss," the girl breathed and immediately rose to the task. As Rhonda kept holding on to the leash she abruptly stopped the girl's move just half way up. Their eyes met and they smiled warmly at each other. It clearly was another loving way for the boss to impose her strict but loving dominance at all times.

"Slap my face," the girl whispered, tugging lightly at the leash by her neck collar.

"Not now, sweetheart. Run along now and get that coffee!"

There was almost disappointment in Kelly's eyes as she was released and scurried off to comply.

Amy knew that cups, plates, milk and sugar would be needed for serving, but she had no permission to leave her position of bodily attention, and there was no other place she would rather stay than exactly where she was. Her lips were still nursing ever so gently on the labia of her own lovely lady, using exactly the right feathery level of stimulation for the continued enjoyment for both of them. Her beloved Lady was still quite sensitive. For a moment her eyes met with Rochette's over the top of powerful thighs, and she could see the eyes smiling back at her in triumphant elation from a very successful service performed. She recognized that gratified pride and felt very much as one with the girl who shared her passions so totally.

Then the order came. Not in words, but by the slightest rise of an eyebrow and a tiny nod of a head in the direction of the inside. Amy was on her feet and placed a pre-warmed and fluffy towel on her lover's crotch before tiptoeing inside to find a tray and get all the things required for another perfect serving - of coffee this time. As always she had gotten some fresh brownies which were under protective plastic wraps in the fridge. She put one on each separate plate for the two ladies and when Kelly came in with the can they smiled warmly at each other and worked swiftly together to have everything ready in a moment. Outside at the party they put the tray on the table, poured the coffee and asked about the cream and sugar. Both ladies declined, wanting it very black indeed. They had pushed their trademark sunglasses up to their hairlines and received their steaming cups with sincere words of gratitude. None of them ever touched their brownies.

The sky was still dark red and the ocean was glittering in its calm serenity, soothing and overwhelmingly mighty at the same time. like a sleeping monster not to be disturbed. The atmosphere was warm and cuddly, and all three service girls felt tingly happiness from the languid satisfaction exuding from their two awe inspiring beauties. The sense of achievement was never stronger, and the setting in which it was done never more perfect. They sighed with the appreciative rustling of their hair from the relaxed women, knowing it was the ultimate sign of the approval for service well performed they had already quietly celebrated among themselves.

But Amy had no intention of leaving it at that, and she was hoping that Lorna's girls felt the same way. They all knew how well their ladies were able to control and time their orgasms to some specific event after years of incessant practice, and she felt pretty sure that the sunset was just the start of a party that might be going on far into the night.

"You need help?" Kelly asked with a snug smile. She was still standing next to Amy with the can in her hand, clearly envious of the girl's privileged opposition between Livia's inviting legs.

"No way," Amy responded, talking with her lips nuzzling against the soft vulva belonging to her. She had removed the soothing towel before getting into the position where she would forever stay. "This is my place, and mine only. I'm going to die here!"

"I know, you lucky girl," she smiled, knowing perfectly well that position was way out of reach for her, or anybody else for that matter. She returned back to her own task, striding elegantly over to the side of her boss. In a well practiced maneuver she reached out for the plate with the cup, dutifully holding it while Lorna took a sip. Then she put it back onto the plate again, smiling approvingly up at her subordinate as the girl kept holding the plate with the cup in perfect position for her. Then, masterfully controlling her movements, she got into position to use her other hands to stroke one of the massive tits of the lady she adored so much. She exchanged a quick glance with Rochette down between those powerful thighs and they smiled snugly at each other. As soon as her coffee was finished, she was going to go down for a deep kiss again, distracting her lady and raising her passion in order for Rochette to be able to initiate another oral approach to that regal sex in front of her lips.

Livia hadn't had a service of such dedication while enjoying her coffee before. It was all part of an atmosphere that was quickly getting her in the mood once again. It didn't take long until she had sent some very discrete clues that directed her happy girl to ever so gently start using her tongue again. And she had to let out a deep sigh as she enjoyed the sight of Lorna's luxury leisure of love next to her. The two girls were all over her, and she was sure that when delightfully naked like this none of them would ever be able to keep their hands, lips or tongues off her for a moment. Knowing all the rest of the crew at the restaurant were girls too, she was pretty sure they were prepared to extend the same service as well. But how about her daughter? At least the call she received when they were there at least went to show she certainly knew everything about what was going on. Well, she didn't know, and wasn't going to ask. Except for her extraordinary sexual appetite Lorna was a completely normal hard working person, from a modest background like herself, so she trusted they had found some kind of way to ensure mutual respect. And that went for her staff as well. She was running her business firmly, that was for sure, but using her girls in such a passionately slave-like way during their sexual trysts certainly didn't have anything to do with any lack of respect. The love and enthusiasm with which they carried out her instructions to the letter - mostly even before she gave them - proved exactly that. Lorna had found her paradise island in all aspects of the word and Livia couldn't be happier for any person she knew. Seeing them play out their lovely rituals as darkness slowly descended had her totally convinced that that was the way her girls felt about it as well. A true paradise island. She would be very surprised to hear that any of them would quit their job any time soon. The glistening bodies of the three lovers took on a magic tone in the whispering twilight with a soft warm draft of salty ocean air caressing them with abundant affection. Nature itself - the vastness of the ocean, the vault of the skies - extended all of its love as though it wanted to tell them how pleased it was with their romantic affiliation of sweet adoration and compassion.

Yes, Lorna had found her paradise island, Livia could sense it with every move, every sigh, every shudder. Having known her for so many years and shared in with so many of her past trepidations, to now see her so happy and high on life was an unparalleled joy. Nobody deserved it more than her. She barely noticed the slight lifting of an eyebrow to signal to Rochette to start using her lips and tongue again, ever so gently. But she did, and admired how the girl immediately responded to comply with her slighted whim. Livia wondered how long she would have the strength to hold her staff of service girls on such a tight leash, but when she saw the way she pulled Kelly down for another deep kiss by that very tight leash, she knew that would be a long time still.

The kiss was deep and heartfelt and seemed to last forever before she came up for a breather again.

"Mmmm... how I love you," she murmured breathlessly, suppressing a little gasp as Rochette's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot down there. Her eyes glistened in the magic light and the shudder that ran along her body was unconstrained in its candor, giving her a touch of some amazonian grandeur that further enhanced the magic of the moment.

An extra warm breeze that made the straw bundled roof above rustle reticently caressed them adoringly as to join in with the fading light to quietly announce the wispy descent of darkness in its own way. Livia could see those glistening eyes drift between the ocean, the heaven and all the beauty that surrounded them, exuding a languidly dreamy enchantment vibrant in its almost tangible serenity. She had never seen her old friend so romantic before, and she never thought she could feel such happiness herself, just from seeing her like this - the way she kissed her girls almost adoringly while murmuring small monosyllables of praise and encouragement as they did everything they could to please. Yes, she knew Lorna had found her paradise, but maybe she had actually done so herself too, without actually thinking about it - just in a different way? Or maybe not so different even? When she hired Amy she had been very open about her intentions and her needs. That was a way of showing the respect she deserved. No beating about the bush, no hinting and then a possible confrontation when her requirements became clear. Of course a lot of young girls declined in the process, but they were also of no interest, obviously. So when Amy came along and immediately showed the enthusiasm she was looking for, there were no secrets and no surprises to jeopardize their very special relationship. Nothing but the sweet, tickling sense of excitement and passion. Why on earth hadn't she thought of that years ago? The answer was obvious though, she needed the time to be mature and bold enough to admit to herself what she wanted, experiencing the same shame and reluctance about her sexual needs that was so extremely hard to overcome for any woman. And then to be able to be frank about it to a potential candidate like Amy. That sweet recollection, combined with some particularly lovable flicks of the tongue down there almost made her gasp. She finished her cup of coffee and put her expensive sunglasses onto the table. Now was the time to lay back and just enjoy life to the fullest.

But doing so perfectly relaxed proved to be next to impossible. As darkness continued its descent Livia found it impossible to ignore the sounds of sweet and romantic lovemaking going on right next to her as well as the lovely mouth extending the same kind of beautiful courtesy to her own pleasures. As always when making love with Amy she felt like floating weightlessly on a cloud of heavenly feelings and being on top of the world of all blessed and worshiped souls of the universe. Oh yes, if the girl had ever wondered if she would have employment for life, this trip had removed any last trace of doubt. No matter the cost and no matter the circumstances, she would be staying right where she was, for all the foreseeable future.

Livia shuddered; a long and enraptured trembling that went from top to toe and seemed to enhance her affluent bodily worship even further. By now Lorna and her two lovelies were like shadowy silhouettes, still with their ghostlike bodies glistening like bronze as they squirmed and writhed in their tireless effort to provide and receive love and pleasure. The way her old friend's both pair of lips were attended to started to take effect, and as she kept murmuring lovable nothings into Kelly's mouth, she guided Rochette's more firmly by the hand as the first small contractions in her rounded belly signaled the intensity with which capacity her body was absorbing the abundant pleasure she was served. All her businesslike image had evaporated with the heat and she stroked both her darlings with gentle touches that proved with what affection she loved them.

The change was remarkable. Knowing how Lorna had always been the stern boss, she now saw an entirely new side of her. And Livia felt the same on her own part. No matter how many times Amy had asked her to be demanding and rough on her, when it came to this kind of beautiful lovemaking, her heart melted in romantic sentiments that made her want to embrace the whole world in love and compassion.

"You look beautiful together," she murmured with a lazy smile as she slowly tilted her head in their direction. "I don't often see this side of you."

Lorna was deeply immersed in one of Kelly's greedy kisses and had to put a finger on her forehead to finally break it. Then she needed a moment to catch her breath before she was able to respond.

"Well... these two just break all my defenses, I can tell you! I can always unwind completely with my Kelly and Rochette." She turned her head toward Livia and smiled. "Thank you, by the way."

Then her eyelids fluttered in response to a particularly well aimed flick of Rochette's tongue. She took a moment before continuing.

"I suppose they worked long enough for me to find my weak spots. They excel in all aspects of the service business, which is, of course, important to succeed." She smiled naughtily and tensed lightly with another sensitivity high score breach from down there.

"I agree," Livia smiled back. "They really are top marks of the trade, no question about it. Really perfect examples on how it should be done."

The conversation had raised Livia's libido and she was about to give herself over to a long and languid pleasure ride when the oral stimulation suddenly went down to almost nothing and then stopped. When she raised her head she met a set of eyes looking back up at her with an unfamiliar expression.

"How can I be better, Livia?"

Amy's face was glistening of her wetness in the dim light from some source over to the side somewhere. Her eyes had a glimmer of uncertainty that she hadn't seen before. The next moment her tongue darted back in where it should be, but the eyes kept looking up at her with that same unfamiliar expression. At first Livia didn't understand, but then it struck her. Amy must have thought that her praise of Lorna's two girls in some way had hinted that she herself didn't do as good a job at pleasuring as them. Could it be possible that she had ever given her a reason to think in such a way? But that had to be it, and if so it was something that could easily be fixed. It was just that she had to say it so the others could not hear her. But the three of them seemed more than occupied with their own heated play, and Livia used the opportunity to pull her wonderfully dedicated lover up for a long and deep tongue kiss. As it broke she put her mouth up close to her ear.

"Amy, there is absolutely nobody like you in the entire world. You are absolutely perfect for me... in every possible way... and you should never allow yourself to think differently. Is that clear?"

For the first time she thought she registered something close to a tiny sob from her wonder of a girl. Then a light shudder that seemed to run down along her body. She was motionless close to her cheek for a moment, but then she lifted her head and looked down at her with the same beaming smile, with a single tear of joy in the corner of an eye. That expression of joyous adoration was an image of immense beauty Livia could never get tired of, and now - in this breathtakingly romantic and erotic setting - it got to her more than ever before. The girl nodded, took a few deep breaths and was once again on a slow descent down to her favorite feeding grounds.

It was now so dark that they were like erotic silhouettes to each other as the sweet lovemaking continued its romantic course. Lorna had been worked up close several times, but had so far instructed Rochette to take her gently down again, not willing to ruin the extraordinary erotic moment in time and space just yet. It had proved to be more than what her friend in need had been able to endure, and Livia had allowed herself two excruciatingly hard orgasms that she managed to conceal so well that Amy was the only one to know as the thighs clamped in hard around her cheeks and generous doses of creamy residue filled her girl's mouth. Livia didn't want to disturb her friend's pleasures, and also not show a weaker character of skilled service endurance, so she discreetly tilted her face away not to show her grimaces and gritting of teeth as the ecstasy riddled her. The darkness helped to conceal it as well, and the indications were her supposed `weakness' had passed undetected. For some reason that's how she was thinking of it when Livia was around; a distinct element of discipline to enhance the notion of not just giving in to pleasure.

But all nights have an ending, even the most timeless and beautiful ones, and Lorna finally gave the permission to be taken over the edge into an orgasm that had to rank with the best she had ever had. It was like the never ending climax of the whole party, a culmination of everything that had been built up, and afterwards everything wound nicely down into a mood of relaxed aftermath with gentle tongues scooping up the last seepage of liquidized bliss, some refreshing glasses of soda water with lemon on ice served and some relaxing massages given to gracious necks and elegant limbs as comments of adoration and appreciations were whispered back and forth between the five happy women. The worship of two fabulous ladies had been a total success.

Ch 06 - Pledges of love

Yet another day of luxury and languidness at the landing, under the palms and the straw bundled roof. Even though her lovely subordinate had done her best to light the fire in her belly all early morning, Livia had just been too darn exhausted to handle a sunrise orgasm in between the thin blankets of the bed. Even throughout the working day, through her lunch break and everything, she had turned the more than enthusiastic request down, although she could see the disappointment in those incredibly beautiful and always cheerful eyes. Better to save up some energy for the afternoon. She had another report to finish in any case, so so be it. But she had been more than happy to receive an abundance of cold drinks and light snacks that Amy managed to bring to her while swimming back and forth across the small bay to the Seaside Lagoon bar. She had found out that room service often was too slow to respond, and that wouldn't do for a service girl that should obey all her instructions promptly, on the second, without any questions or delays.

As she kept working at her computer she could - as usual - see Amy constantly throwing a glance back at her from over at the bar while chatting with the friends she had gotten to know during the stay. Livia didn't know how much they understood of the relationship between the two of them, but she also didn't care. It would be up to the girl to decide how much she'd want to share. But she was glad she made friends as easily as she did. Another quality of her cheerful and willing little darling girl.

Yes, she was indeed a darling girl. She now knew she had never had one so totally perfectly tuned with her sexual needs as Amy. And the lovemaking of last night had shown another ability that she hardly imagined possible, and it hadn't actually occurred to her until this morning. Thinking back to the immense beauty of it, the warmth, the almost imperceptive draft of cool air, the almost vizarduous darkness, the glowing mouth heat in her belly, the way she could sense the contours of Kelly and Lorna's kisses deepening as their passions rose and the intense lust it built in her own body despite the low-key stimulation she was receiving. And then - after a gut wrenching build that seemed to last forever - how her girl conditioned her tremendous orgasm to be perfectly timed with that of Lorna. It was a frenzy of heat, unparalleled pleasure, love, compassion and lust surpassing anything they had had for a very long time. A rapture so all consuming they could hardly believe it. But still their girls managed to keep focus, indulging in their ecstasy, following them along into the depth of their explosive lust, making sure it was enhanced and extended to the maximum possible and then making sure they even had a subsequent descent and recovery matching the rapture of the culmination. The girls were as vocal as their masters, giving voice to their pleasuring efforts and their struggle to withhold their own shuddering passion as the ecstasy raged, hips pumped, pussies squirted and clasping hands held on to disheveled heads til the last tremor of rapture had relented and the two ladies simply could take no more. It had been an experience of joy, achievement and purpose that couldn't be surpassed by anything, and Lorna felt the fire flaring up in her crotch as the memories came flowing back at her.

Those sweet and willing lips, the way Lorna guided Rochette's mouth as her tongue entwined with Kelly's, the way it made her body shiver and her lower belly convulse. It was all so beautiful, such a perfect case of harmony, life and love, a thing that made it hard to accept why the whole world couldn't be filled with that kind of love and compassion. She felt privileged to have ever experienced it, and still be experiencing it with her darling slave girl on a daily basis. From now and who would know how far into the future. Her happy slave girl.

Despite the fire in her crotch she resisted the imposing urge to call for her young admirer, and was in fact able to concentrate back on her report for several more hours. But when it was done and she could once again let her mind drift freely, the passion immediately flared up in an aggressive rage. She knew she had become completely incorrigible, and her young admirer had to take a lot of the responsibility for exactly that. The realization that she would never be able to live without her was getting more prominent every passing day.

The girl had been looking out for a signal all the time, and when it came she resolutely left her drink with straw, lemon slice and everything, resolutely dove into the sea and was over at the landing within a couple of minutes!! As usual she picked the towels to start drying and then kneeled down next to her mistress with eyes beaming with eagerness and admiration.

"You called Miss?"

"You bet I did! I finished the report and got something here that needs attention."

Amy raised her face to the sky, shook her fists and squealed out her joy to the heavens. Once again tears were in the corner of her eyes, and she had to wipe them with stretched fingers as she looked back at her mistress with the happiest of smiles. Then, without being asked, she jumped up and fixed an ice cold orange juice with a slice and put it next to Livia's table while her lady put on her trademark huge sunglasses.

"I love you Miss."

"Mmmmm, I'm so glad. Love you too." She raised an eyebrow and made an imperceptible nod down her body.

As usual Amy wrapped a towel around her hair and moved into position with lust and happiness written all over her. She used all her self control not to be too eager, but soon she was where the woman needed her to be, and when that miraculous tongue started working it was like she had never had relief any time in her life. The priceless stimulation soon had her squirming and shuddering.

So she was able to start it off as smoothly and gently as ever before, with time and place soon losing absolutely all significance. The warm salty breeze kept caressing their beautiful bodies, approving of their love with the absolute softest of nature's gentle love signs as their devotion to each other made them melt together into a union of lightly shuddering womanhood, a timeless posture as gracefully perfectioned as any marble statue could ever portray, like a classical image of the empress and her slave enjoying their range and stature the way it was always meant to be.

Not a word was spoken. It was only the warm breeze, the rustling of dry straw, the smell of ocean and palms, the distant breakers somewhere out at the reef - when the wind was right they could be heard - the soothing sun, the faint sound of a dedicated tongue gently working, the soft sighs with a light shudder to the top of them, those occasional small movement in hips and thighs, all of those small but important ingredients that kept making their sessions so absolutely perfect every time. Nothing could compare to it and they both made love with a strong sense that this was nothing less than the essence of existence and one more of all these special moments life was all about.

They could have loved like this for hours, but somehow it took shorter than usual for the intensity to become unbearable and for Livia's defenses to rapidly crumbled until she exploded in a climax so all consuming it had them both squirming and thrashing wildly all over the deck chair as copious bursts of pleasure fluids were given and received in a frenzy of bucking and twitching where lips stayed desperately sealed over lips to make sure that the transfer happened without spillage of any kind.

It was an exceptionally hard orgasm. Livia didn't exactly know why, since the setting was more or less the same as it had always been. But then she realized it had to have something to do with the extraordinary intensity of the service. There was something special about it, and all of a sudden her curiosity was ignited. Her female intuition never failed her, and she knew there was something.

"Ooooh Amy, you are outdoing yourself! I haven't cum that hard in a long long time..."

"Mmmm... I'm so glad..." The girl purred like a cat as her tongue continued gently lapping up the delicious cream still leaking out of her lovely partner's exquisite sex.

"But I'm afraid this was just the beginning. I'll need much more, and I need it right away. You ready for that?"

She could hear a little chuckle from down there. "Always ready Livia. Any time, any place, no matter how tired, hungry, thirsty, totally exhausted or emaciated... any time!" She looked up with her usual bright smile, but then all of a sudden she got serious.

"I love you Liva... more than anything!"

"Oh, me too Amy. I love you more than anything!"

"I mean it. I really mean it. I'll live for you!"

"My sweet girl..." Livia purred like a cat, basking in the compliments and pledges made by her beautiful young lover. But something in the girl's voice made her open her eyes and lift the heavy sunglasses up to her hairline.

The girl's mouth was so close to her pubic bone the black hair was tickling her chin. With regular sweeps she collected the residual seepage coming from her woman's insatiable pleasure source.

"I know now that I belong here - doing exactly this... be the slave for your needs and your well being in every possible way. And then, when you come in my mouth, and your thighs clutch my head in that beautiful moment of magnificent climax, I have this incredibly powerful sense that you need me, that you want me, that I can do things for you that makes your life richer, more satisfactory, happier... And that it is so for both of us! I'm safe. I'm happy. I'm fulfilled. To me it's nothing but a dream come true, and I just know I can never let it go. Not ever. I belong to you! I'm yours with everything I've got... from head to toe. Please keep me forever! If you do, I will be a very very very happy slavegirl!"

Livia looked at her beautiful lover for a long moment. She wanted to say something, express her appreciation and gratitude in some way. But then she let her head sink back again. How could she respond to a pledge like that? She simply didn't know what to say. Her statements came though in a moment of euphoria; when her emotions overflowed and she felt closer than ever before. She thought she understood, somehow, but the words still made her heart swell. This girl was nothing short of a miracle.

"If you want me to stay unsatisfied and horny for you to heighten your pleasure, I'll do it. Just tell me."

Livia raised her head back up to see what expression was on that young face. Did she hear that right?

"Why would I ever want that, honey?"

"For me to be constantly worked up and extremely horny and focused on your body and your pleasures, that's why."

Livia was quiet for a moment, trying to grasp the rationale of these additional words. When she thought she did, she drew her breath sharply.

"Oh Amy, you silly girl, you don't know what you're saying. I wouldn't be able to go without an orgasm even for a few hours. I'd go stark howling mad. So would you."

"No! I mean it. I'll take care of all your needs. All your needs! Everything! All the time. 24-7. That's what my life should be all about. I love you, I really really do! Oh Livia, I'm so happy..."

The frankness of the statement struck another chord with Livia. This was obviously something her adorable young partner had been giving some serious thoughts to. Something that had become prominently important to her. Another secret dream she wanted to see through. And it came bursting out in such moments of extreme submissive happiness.

"Well... we'll have to think about it. That's some commitment! But how could anybody reject such an offer? Darn, your words are making me blazing hot again. Staying unsatisfied or not - I for sure need satisfaction, no matter what, right here and right now! This time you do all the work!

Amy jumped and squealed in ecstatic joy, as she used to do at practically everything her boss said and did these days, and once again had to fight the impulse to throw herself down in between the open thighs. She knew Livia didn't like the totally uncontrolled `attacks' from her side, although it was more than clear that that was her nature, and that she struggled harder than hard to control her impulsive ways. So, even though the hands that embraced her lower back and the lips that attached themselves to her pussy could be a bit too abrupt to her liking at times, it didn't take long until they were both a sweaty trembling mass of ecstatic femininity set on their joint course for yet another pleasure ride to heaven.

And Amy did do all the work. Having had the top of her heat taken off by the first go, Livia was able to stay more controlled and willfully receptive, letting the fire develop slowly and patiently in her belly as she focused on relaxing and letting the sensations massage her senses steadily and predictably up toward another blissful culmination. Maybe Amy was right after all? Maybe it would be better if things were directed even more - if possible - in the direction of her needs and hers only? All of a sudden she was reminded of something the girl had said on one of their hikes, when she had forgotten to bring some snacks she was supposed to pack along. She had told her, with a voice trembling with emotions, how she would gladly give up everything she would have for her. She would starve and even die if what she had could still her hunger or quench her thirst. And from the way it was said - even though Livia laughed it away at the time - there was absolutely no doubt she really meant it.

The recollection made her body tremble, and all of a sudden the feeling of the lingual sweeps around her clitoris got unbearably strong. No matter how hard she tried to resist and continue her passively receptive stance her body got a life of its own and suddenly her hips moved up to press the swollen sex all over the wonderful face as she trembled hard and then exploded in an orgasm that was harder than anything she had ever been even close to.

The joyful whine and the sound of strained and breathless swallowing added to the maddening ecstasy and once again they fused into a shuddering mass of fiercely coupling womanhood resembling a classic sculpture frozen in timeless perfection. A sculpture of love, passion and affection, the strongest relationship possibly built between people. It was such a joy, such an out of this world bliss and they both felt a surge of happiness that even surpassed the physical intensity of Livia's ecstasy as it rolled back and forth and kept propelling them to higher and higher levels.

All of Livia's orgasms seemed to be like that currently; one surpassing the next in splendor and intensity, beyond anything she thought possible. Her sensibility told her this couldn't go on forever. She had thought to herself so many times that what goes up sooner or later would have to come back down again. But she didn't want to think about that right now. She was set to enjoy the moment - this magnificent ride - and never look back. There was no thinking about tomorrow.

When the orgasm eventually passed, Livia's limbs got weak and limp and slipped powerlessly to the side. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. Her entire body tickled from top to toe from the incredibly warm sensations of supreme satisfaction. Sometimes that tickling got almost unbearable, and it was just Amy's tremendous skills, and especially her delicate understanding of having to stay completely motionless not to distract in her post- orgasm stage of oversensitivity in any way, that made it all such an incredible performance. Definitely the most prominent of her amazing capabilities, and the one that made her stand out from any other girl she had ever had.

They had no idea how long their lovemaking continued. They were both completely insatiable and when evening came and it was time to go to bed they didn't have many hours of rest before they were at it again. In the dim light of just a small lamp at the bed stand they looked each other deep in the eyes as Amy once again made her pledges of eternal worship. The night became the hottest one they had ever experienced, hotter than what a cool ocean breeze through the open windows and fluttering curtains could manage to cool down. Looong periods of heavy breathing and sloppy sounds were interrupted by happy sequels and ecstatic whines every time Livia exploded abundantly in that ever willing mouth. As the broad bed became a disheveled heap the two women made love in every conceivable and inconceivable position all through the night, and their sexual energy didn't run out until the first blush of read in the horizon announced the arrival of a new day.

After sleeping like tops most of that next day Livia was the first to surface. After yawning and stretching quietly she turned her head and looked at the sleeping angel next to her. Even in her deep sleep she had a happy smile on her face and every now and then a light shudder ran along her body, making her groan and smack her lips almost like a little child.

Oh yes, Amy was doomed. No matter how happy she was for her newfound position, she had still no idea just how hard her task was going to be. It certainly would take some real gusto to keep Livia Eliopoulos satisfied! So, she really had her whole life laid out to her, and was certainly going to get more than she ever bargained for. To her opening her legs was a natural thing, but to the girl it was a revelation, an acceptance, an approval of her exclusive privilege of worshiping at the shrine of bliss. Yes, her orgasms were as much a pleasure to Amy as it was to herself - the highest for a young girl like this. It gave meaning to her young life, but it certainly made Livia feel beautiful, attractive and desirable beyond words. In fact a win - win - win situation, she thought to herself before she moved to ease gently out of bed not to wake up her partner. Even though it was a typical assistant duty, this time she was going to make coffee for them herself...