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Her heart flutters as their lips brush ever so gently... Her hand squeezing Ausus's tightly, as if to assure herself. Kneeling before the lovely miss vail, her heart pounds in her ears... wondering what is to come...

*squeaks at oreo's grope, and slaps her bum. "thank you, cookie." ^_^
 
first, leaning over, using a single finger to lift the chin of my Delight...smiling

you bring the best presents

a kiss with lips and teeth


then turning my attention to the Wayward one...the present herself...caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers


Hello, my beautiful...how does this feel for you? Down there...presented to me? Trusting in me?
 



then turning my attention to the Wayward one...the present herself...caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers


Hello, my beautiful...how does this feel for you? Down there...presented to me? Trusting in me?

She smiles warmly at your touch, feeling it comfort her... Her words are poignant, not wasted... "I feel a little nervous, Miss Vail... But I want to give you this. And perhaps out of selfish curiosity, I want to experience it myself..." She looks away, feeling more than ever the power of Vail's gaze...
 
She smiles warmly at your touch, feeling it comfort her... Her words are poignant, not wasted... "I feel a little nervous, Miss Vail... But I want to give you this. And perhaps out of selfish curiosity, I want to experience it myself..." She looks away, feeling more than ever the power of Vail's gaze...

smiling
And I cherish this, My Gift...and I approve of selfish exploration. Now, come here, rest your head against my thigh and stretch your legs out.

Ausus, My Delight, her boots appear to be more than a little delicious.
If you would find out for me...
 
I smile into the kiss and then turn listening to WW answer. And then the order, and I am impatient as i wait
 
smiling
And I cherish this, My Gift...and I approve of selfish exploration. Now, come here, rest your head against my thigh and stretch your legs out.

Ausus, My Delight, her boots appear to be more than a little delicious.
If you would find out for me...

'My Gift...' Miss Vail's utterance of those words sends a jolt of contentment through her... She is here to please her, a present to be enjoyed. Smiling, the nervous excitement courseing through her, she follows her instruction, moving to Vails thigh, exposed by that amazing dress... Her smooth cheek presses against her warm skin, unable to resist nuzzling just a bit as she lays on her back, chocolate orbs gazing up at her, flickering to the gorgeous ausus as her legs, encased in the supple green leather, stretch out on the couch...
 
The sight is gorgeous, and the pleasure in my Mistresses eye.. exquisite. I move lower to take a a soft boot in my hand and I place small kisses over the ankle moving lower to lick up the heel. I smile.

Delicious.

Then lean back down to lavish attention on the other boot.
 
Mmmmm...I knew they must be.
lowering my eyes to the girl in my lap
Did you know how delicious they were when you put them on, My Gift?
Or was it simply to cause wild little girls like Ausus to ache for the soft flesh of your thighs?
 
Her toes curl at the gentle pressure of Ausus's tongue, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink... "Did you know how delicious they were when you put them on, My Gift?
Or was it simply to cause wild little girls like Ausus to ache for the soft flesh of your thighs?"

"I... didn't know, miss... I just wanted to catch your eyes. I wanted to wear something special for you..." She looks at ausus, her eyes soft... "Writing with ausus will be a joy as well.."
 
Smiles softly as I continue my light caresses, kisses and licks over her boots, through I growl at the "wild little" comment.
 
Wayward sighs at the feel of her hands, so gentle, her lips, so soft... One thigh curling, the other extending, arching her back as she revels in the attention, her feminine toes pointed, presenting her calf for the sweet ausus...
 
Watching my Delight treat the boots like wonderful candies

And, if you caught my eye, and I'm not saying you have, what would you have done with it?

Would you have flashed your long legs at me?

a hand moves down to bare thigh...fingers pressing firmly...running up just barely under the pretty skirt

Or,, perhaps you thought my penchant for supple necks might work well for you?

and the nails appear...lightly along My Gift's neck...just enough to leave red streaks that vanish a moment later

Or did you have no plan for this seduction at all, except to throw yourself at me or My Delight?

fingertips on My Gift's lips, keeping her from answering just yet

Ausus, my sweet, be a good girl and remove those boots. They seem silly here on the sofa and I believe this little bit of fluff should be barefoot, don't you?

fingertips rise from soft lips

Now, you were about to say?
 
I listen to her and do as I am told.. for once. My teeth latch on to each buckle and unhook it. I quickly work my way up her leg, and pull off the boot, my tongue trailing in it's wake as the bare skin beneath is exposed.

The other boot falls just as quickly. And she is barefoot in my hands, while my lips explore her ankles.
 
And, if you caught my eye, and I'm not saying you have, what would you have done with it? Would you have flashed your long legs at me?

She takes a stuttering inhalation of breath, feeling her soft hand grip her bare thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt... The pinkness in her cheeks grows a little darker.

Or, perhaps you thought my penchant for supple necks might work well for you?

She cannot help but emit a soft whimper, her sharp nails, even with so gentle a caress, enough to leave thin red streaks on the vulnerable skin of her neck...

Or did you have no plan for this seduction at all, except to throw yourself at me or My Delight?

Wayard opens her mouth to reply, eyes gentle and very nearly pleading with the woman she gazes up at... Silenced by her quieting finger as she commands ausus to remove her boots.

Now, you were about to say?

"Miss, I... didn't really have any plan..." Her thighs shift as she feels Ausus begin to unlace the soft green leather... "I just wanted to feel your eyes... I would be lying if I said this was more than I hoped, but it is more than I expected." She takes Miss Vails hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. Placing tender kisses on each of her knuckles in turn.

She sighs happily, feeling ausus's sweet lips on her bare ankles, toes clentching and unclenching slowly...
 
My nails drag along the inside of her thigh even as I leave a soft kiss on the backs of her knees. I am listening for that intake of breath, that combination of want and need, pain & pleasure..
 
well, aren't you a charming little ingenue?
how many others, I wonder, do you throw yourself at so?
Or is it simply me?
a fingernail holding at that very tender spot just under your chin

And what is it you truly hoped for, Moppet?
What is it you are aching to have?
Does it keep you up at night?
Do you even know?

free hand moving down to on long, lean leg....curling around thigh, easing it away from the other...bending the knee upwards...loving how brazen it makes the Moppet appear


Ausus, my sweet, I need your attentions along the back of her thigh. Its not quivering as I would like it.
Please make use of the entire expanse of flesh, up to that tender line where her thigh meets the curve of her ass.
if she does not moan, there will be no kisses for you tonight.
 
Whimpers at my Mistress words, to be denied.. it just makes me angry and bratty. I turn WW over and crawl roughly between her legs, pushing them apart, and there I kneel raking my tongue, teeth and nails over her thighs, diligent and ruthless in my approach.
 
Wayward squirms, feeling ausus's nails as sharply as she felt the woman she had been gifted to...

well, aren't you a charming little ingenue?
how many others, I wonder, do you throw yourself at so?
Or is it simply me?


She feels a single nail, holding her chin raised just so, as if she feared to challenge its positioning of her head, locked into staring straight up at her...

And what is it you truly hoped for, Moppet?
What is it you are aching to have?
Does it keep you up at night?
Do you even know?


The fiery heat of desire warms her from head to toe, her eyes sparkling with the emotion just beneath the tender timidity. Her eyes widen, face still secured by that dainty finger... feeling her raise her thigh, the skirt falling away to reveal even more of her milky skin... Not daring to move a muscle...

Ausus, my sweet, I need your attentions along the back of her thigh. Its not quivering as I would like it.
Please make use of the entire expanse of flesh, up to that tender line where her thigh meets the curve of her ass.
if she does not moan, there will be no kisses for you tonight.


The sound of her voice seems to stroke her ears, soft as velvet yet hard as steel... They are enough to set her quivering... "I want... to feel your hands on me, to touch... and be touched... to explore..." Her breath is just the slightest bit labored, the swell of her bust, bound in the instricate silk of her corset, rising and falling gently. The act of revealing her desire to the both of them seems to free her, and she releases the sultry groan she has been holding back, but only just...

She gasps as Ausus turns her, forcing her thighs to part before the lovely girl... Moaning as her nails, teeth and tongue wreak havoc on her control... She quakes between them, the tingle at the apex of her thighs growing in urgency as she is toyed with by the both of them... "Goddess..."
 
fingernails tickling the newly revealed back of neck

Moppet...you do not fool me, you know.
You don't have to try.
You try to seem so...soft. So innocent.
No, not innocent.
a single nail scraped along spine
No...naive.
You try to play the ingenue.
But here's the thing, you have given yourself away with your outfit.
Pretty, soft, green, a hint of sexy or two.
But not so much as to make you seem like one of the house girls.
But here's the thing.
This top? This top is difficult to open or take off.
This top is meant to stay on while your skirt is lifted.
And while you are truly...and brazenly...and throoughly...
leaning in to whisper in her ear

fucked

it is not a top for soft, sweet sex.
It is a top for alleyway rendezvous, for hands under tables and bodies pinned to walls, for fucking in a crowd

You are beautiful, and delicious, but not quite what you would have us believe.

And I approve.

Now, your panties, tell me about them before I send Ausus to report on them for me
 
... fucked... She whimpers pathetically as she hears that word, knowing everything she has said is true... Knowing that this irresistable woman can see into the heart of her eager little present. She pants softly, Ausus still torturing her with her delicious, unrestrained teases...

"My panties, miss... A green thong, to match with my outfit... lace..." She blushes with embarrassment, even through her obvious, heated excitement... knowing her choice of panties only confirms everything she has said...

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So...you should probably admit it to me, then, shouldn't you?
You came here to fuck.
Its ok.
I often do.
You came here to be very...very...

dirty.

My Delight and I, we like dirty. We like dirty a lot.
Words like 'dirty' and 'kink' have a hidden meaning.
The only difference between them and 'fun', is that they apply to sex.

Here...let me show you

grabbing My Delight's hair and using it to press her face against the Moppet's panties, like a delicious, interactive sex toy...not grinding hard, just rubbing, letting My Delight enjoy the experience as well, and feed

I think you'd agree with me that using my beautiful girl's face to fuck you through your panties was a fairly dirty think to do.
But I think you'd also agree that it is fun, don't you?

I certainly think so.
 
Gasps as she grabs my hair and I am pushed into the panties before me. I smile and press my tongue against the fabric, and I can still taste her and smell her through the fabric.
 
Gasping, throwing her head back, eyes wide, before fluttering in delight. "So... d-dirty...." She bites her lip, attempting and failing to stifle an impassioned moan as her warm tongue plays along the sheer lace... Only just concealing the warm, moist flower behind the thin material... The heat from her tongue radiates through, caressing her most private area... "Y-yes Miss... I am a very dirty girl..." The admission only fires the furnace of her need, and her hips push back against ausus, her need written on her pleading face... "It is fun... yes, so much..."
 
giving a tiny whap on the Moppet's nose..not hard at all, just playful

No, Moppet, you like dirty things. You aren't a dirty girl, yet, but you will be.

adding a little more force to Asus...grinding my prettything against the lace harder

And thats a good thing.
Dirty girls fuck more.
Dirty girls cum more.
Dirty girls cum BETTER, because they don't have to think about anything else.

so casually...
Asus, she's barely moaning up here. You really have to do a better job than this.

Now, its probably starting to be a little frustrating, I would imagine, down there.
Asus' tongue is amazingly talented, and I should know.
But she really can't get at you, although I would imagine the lace has its own sensations.

If you want, you may ask her to peel your panties off...or aside...and stick her tongue in your cunt.
 
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