The Maid
Lotte gently wrapped her hands around the kneecaps of Eleanor’s drawn-up knees. Slowly, the space between Eleanor’s thighs parted. Between her pale thighs, the underside of lace panties came into view. Lotte slid her caressing hand from the thigh to the seam of the panties. Parting that seam, she revealed the brown pubic hair beneath. Lotte’s delicate fingers slowly stroked through the gap in the brown thatch. Spreading it apart, the slightly dry inner folds emerged in pink. Beneath the petals inflamed by Lotte’s earlier breast play, a faint moisture glistened. Lotte dabbed it up with her fingertip.
“Ahng.”
Eleanor twisted at the sensation. Lotte rubbed the fluid on her finger. There was scarcely any, and it wasn’t slick. Lotte pressed her index and middle fingers together, slipping them into her mouth. She swirled her tongue, coating them thickly with warm saliva. When she drew them out, the fingers glistened wetly. Lotte slid them into the parted thicket.
A tremor ran through as her smooth fingertips pressed firmly on the small nub peeking out from the brush, rubbing it up and down. The insides of her white thighs quivered faintly. Lotte slowly circled the slick, swelling clitoris with her fingertips. Gradually sliding lower, she delved deep into the wet cavern beneath the petals, and Eleanor arched her back.
With a wet squelch, her fingers plunged into the deepening tunnel below. Eleanor tilted her head back, clenching her hips. The fingers sank even deeper. As they churned through the taut, heated inner walls, Eleanor panted, rocking her hips to match the rhythm.
Soon, as the core grew thoroughly soaked, Lotte lowered her head between Eleanor’s legs. She spread the inner thighs wide. Unable to hold back, Eleanor cradled the back of Lotte’s head, pulling her inward. The damp folds craved even softer stimulation. Trembling in ecstasy, she anticipated the warm, plush invasion stirring her depths. The rising heat from within threatened to consume her. The flushed inner flesh burned as if steam might erupt at any moment.
At last, Lotte’s lips drew near Eleanor’s core. Her breath brushed the heart of the petals. Eleanor closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation. Lotte didn’t touch yet, only exhaling softly. Maintaining that tantalizing near-miss distance, she teased. Eleanor yearned desperately for Lotte’s tongue. Twisting her body, thrusting her hips to offer her petals, until Lotte pressed her lips to the center.
Soon, a hot, soft, moist tongue met the sensitive flesh. Eleanor quivered faintly at the fluffy, trembling stimulation. The warm, abundant suction drawing out her thick, scented fluids made her fingertips tremble, her inner thighs shuddering with arousal.
“Ahh... Ah... Ah...”
At the plush depth of penetration, Eleanor’s spine stiffened, her vision blurring for an instant. A tingling thrill raced from her scalp, snapping her head back. Her lips parted wider in a moan.
Lotte thrust her tongue deep, swirling circles through the flesh, tracing the taut petals, coating everything in saliva. Eleanor’s mind went blank. With every bold, invasive plunge of the plush, wet tongue, all her senses converged there. Her lips twitched involuntarily, her body floating, even the nipples Lotte had sucked earlier prickling sharply.
Lotte rolled her tongue tip once, twice, slowly caressing, then nipped the flesh with her lips, flicking her tongue roughly and fast. High, shrill moans burst forth.
“Ah! Ah, Ah...”
Then tenderly again. The tongue parted the petals slowly, delving deep into the hidden core with firm pressure. It writhed against the sensitive walls, wrapping in rapture. When Lotte prodded firmly, Eleanor’s legs spasmed upward, then fell limp.
Lotte drove her tongue deeper, and the flower bloomed wide. Eleanor’s mind reeled in haze. With her tongue half-buried in the cavern, Lotte blew warm breath, and Eleanor’s hips bucked sharply.
Lotte pushed even deeper into the narrow passage. Her full tongue invaded the sensitive walls, tenderly lapping upward, flicking the plump, constricted inner ring. “Hngh.” Thrusting deep once more, Eleanor’s hips clenched tight. Slowly entering and withdrawing from the tensed entrance, Lotte soothed the opening with her tongue until the chewy walls softened. As the hot tongue worked in and out, the core melted into submission.
Under Lotte’s relentless tonguing, Eleanor’s eyes glazed over. Gulping air desperately at the tickling embrace within, she let out ragged moans at the slick upward strokes.
“Ahh, Ah, Ah... Ahng...”
Her half-lidded eyes burned with heat. Pleasure radiating from below sealed her eyes shut; fervent moans spilled ceaselessly from her parted lips.
“Haaahng.”
Eleanor gritted her teeth. She felt she might dissolve away. The sucking heat surging upward whipped a storm inside. Sharp jolts and overwhelming ecstasy. Her spine shuddered violently.
In that frenzied peak, Lotte’s middle finger plunged into the swollen walls, tapping and rubbing the heated depths. Pressing relentlessly on the ridge-like swell, something coiled within unraveled in a massive wave of pleasure. Gushing, contracting repeatedly, hot fluid soaked her core. Eleanor’s tightly shut eyelids trembled with the spasms below.
“Ah, Ahng... Ah.”
Releasing her held-back moan, Eleanor slumped on the sofa, limp. Lotte licked the slick nectar from her soaked fingers.
Soon, the room filled only with their shallow breaths.
—Clink.
Suddenly, one of Emily’s earrings slipped from her tense, sweaty palm, hitting the floor and bouncing on the carpet with a sound. The alien noise shattered the languid silence, startling the two inside.
Emily bent to retrieve it from the floor. The earring lay visible before the door. With Eleanor’s drowsy, half-lidded gaze on the sofa, Lotte approached the slightly ajar door.
As Emily picked it up and straightened, her eyes met Lotte’s straight on through the crack. Lotte stared at her with a flushed, sweat-dampened face. Emily’s heart thundered in her ears.
Emily stood frozen, lips pursed. Lotte, expressionless, raised a finger to her lips, pressing it firmly.
Without a word, she grasped the handle of the half-open door and shut it tight.
“...What was that?”
From inside the closed door, the baroness murmured sleepily, strength drained. Lotte’s voice replied.
“Nothing at all, ma’am.”
Emily’s chest pounded like a drum. Clutching the earring in her damp hand, she tiptoed back to her room.