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As always, thanks to Kenji for helping me through this. His perseverance is welcome. This one does contain some light elements of bdsm. I doubt it will put many of you off, but thought I'd throw that in there just in case. Again, thanks for taking the time to read, and comment, if you see fit. Thanks...
Chapter 28
Arabella and I didn't bother dressing. We were comfortable just lazing about teasing each other with quick flashes of breasts and bums. Now, I just had to decide whether I messaged Maisie, or FaceTimed her. Discretion being the better part of something, I decided to message her, telling her that I was still in Sussex and what I'd been up to, and threw the decision to her. She messaged with a huge, 'YES!' which made me chuckle. I excused myself, giving Arabella a quick kiss and called her.
"Hi, sweetie," I gushed. "Are you...sure?" I asked, my voice filled with trepidation.
"Leannan, aye. It's fine, hen, okay? Besides, I'd like to have a look at her, though. I'm...curious. And thank you for letting me know. Knowing you as I do, I'm sure it wasn't easy to tell me, but really, I'm fine, okay? Is she...cute?" she brazenly asked.
"She's fucking gorgeous, my love. I'm wondering what I got myself into here," I chuckled. "She's forty-three and stunning, mon amour. God, I feel so bad saying that to you. Are you sure?" I asked, uncertain if I even wanted to introduce them.
"Chloe, behave. This is exactly what I need you to do, right? Now, get online and connect, aye," she giggled. "Give me a few minutes to, uh, get ready first, hmm? I want to make her jealous of your fiancée, hmm?" she laughed. "Catch up in ten, leannan. Love you," and she hung up.
I went back to the front room with my laptop, and Arabella was sultrily laying on the sofa waiting for me.
"Everything okay, darling? You're still staying?" she asked.
"You still have me, 'til the early hours, Arabella. I...I need to FaceTime Maisie though. We have our nightly catch-up, 'kay?" I said, hoping she wouldn't be too put out. "She knows where I am and kinda knows what we've been up to. She'd like to meet you. Is that all right? If it's too weird for you, I understand, darling. We have no secrets, so she knows where I've been and knew what I was hoping would happen between us," I laughed.
"Chloe, as long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. I'd love to meet the woman who has swept you off your feet...present company included, I hope," she chuckled.
"Arabella, you certainly have, darling. So...here goes then," I smiled, and sat next to her and connected my iPad.
I pulled the oversized, thin robe around me and waited.
In moments, Maisie's welcome face beamed at us.
"Hi, mo ghràdh. Fancy seeing you!" she laughed.
"Behave," I smirked. "Maisie, this is Arabella, our newest client. Arabella, meet Maisie... ma petite amie," I smiled.
They greeted each other so effortlessly, taking me by surprise, actually. We chatted easily, first catching up on her dad, then Jo and finally Arabella's garden. Maisie put her at ease immediately, reiterating our agreement and telling her she was absolutely fine with my little escapades. I blushed, to say the least!
"You know, Maisie, I find your arrangement fascinating. I understand the whys and wherefores and get it. You're quite the amazing girlfriend, aren't you? Or should I say, 'fiancée,' hmm?" she laughed. "Your Chloe is in safe hands, Maisie, okay? She's yours, right? She's an exceptional designer, too. She has some wonderful ideas for me. You should be so proud of her. She's going to fulfil a long-held dream for me, you know. I'm in safe hands with her, as this afternoon proved," she laughed.
"Well, I'm lying here, all alone, wondering what my hen has gotten up to with you. She's quite the voyeur, you know. Every night when we chat, we tell each other...everything that's happened. Care to share?" she teased.
"Maisie Ferguson! Behave, chérie, I huffed. "I don't think Arabella wants to watch you masturbate. I do, but I have company, so keep your hands where I can see them," I giggled.
Maisie pouted her sweet look at me, her bottom lip sticking out, and then broke into laughter.
"She used to be fun, Arabella," she continued to faux sulk.
"Well...I don't mind revealing what your Chloe has been up to, Maisie, so long as she's comfortable with it, hmm?" she smiled. "I'm hoping I can explore with her as many things, as I hope she'll teach me. She's quite the, uh, adventurous, this one," she chuckled.
"Uhh, I'm right here, ya know!" I scowled, both of them laughing at my expense.
"Tell me just a few things then, leannan. Go on. I know you want to," Maisie sniggered.
I looked at Arabella, her eyes bright and alive, obviously excited with the idea of sharing our afternoon exploits. I thought this was as good a time as any to tease my Maisie, and see how far I could push her...and Afyon Escort Arabella.
"So...you're comfortable, I see. The most amazing part, well there's so many, but the one I'm bringing to you is...I know what I want for my birthday, sweetie," I gushed.
"Birthday? Why are you changing the subject?" Maisie whined.
Arabella and I laughed.
"You'll see, darling," then recounted Arabella's love of riding and her collection of riding crops.
Maisie's eyes deliciously glazed over as I told her, in minute detail, how Arabella spanked my pussy. I loved the way she was squirming, her fingers so obviously in her shorts. I looked at Arabella, her face was red and her eyes were aglow. The longer the story went on, the more excited she became. Maisie slyly, or so she thought, unbuttoned her night blouse, one hand fondling her breasts. I felt Arabella shift around on the sofa, her robe gaping slightly, and her left hand covered by the shimmery material of her robe. Her eyes were glued to Maisie's performance.
I drew the story out, telling Maisie exactly how every swat of the crop felt, how Arabella teased me and taunted me by not allowing me to cum. Maisie opened her blouse, her full breasts (but not quite full as Arabella's) spilt out. Arabella gasped, entranced by my girlfriend's breasts. I laid my hand on Arabella's thigh, gently squeezing and reassuring her. I leaned over and kissed her reddened lips, then turned my eyes to my Maisie. Our kiss had pushed her over the proverbial edge, her naughty, twisted face contorting, her breath deep and husky. When I described how I orgasmed and squirted over Arabella's sheets, Maisie climaxed, her head thrown back, her tiny squeals muffled by her hand.
The moment of her orgasm was wordless. Arabella's and my eyes were clasped on Maisie's orgasm, her arm wrapped around mine, and her head on my shoulder. I could smell her scent permeating the air around us. We excitedly watched as Maisie slowly climbed down from her throes. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at us.
I giggled to myself, proud as I was that I shared this with her. I looked at Arabella and could tell she was close to gushing. When I told Maisie that I wanted my breasts abused and slapped, Arabella came; her hips thrusting her fingers; her deep, solemn cries filling the room. I was certainly wet, but decorum stopped me from joining in on this group-masturbation session.
Maisie's mouth was open, watching Arabella climax, but no words came out.
This felt empowering, in a way, to have brought these beautiful women to their crashing climaxes just through my teasing, scoffing words. I so wanted to slip to my knees and pleasure this woman sitting next to me, but I thought better of it. I needed Maisie's permission, didn't I? Or maybe just Arabella's.
Arabella's eyes were aghast, surprised at how this chat had turned so quickly. I had slipped my hand between the folds of her robe, gently stroking her gushy pussy. Unobtrusively, she opened her legs, giving my fingers the access they needed.
"My God, Arabella, I always knew my hen was submissive, but Christ almighty!" she giggled. "Promise me you'll reward her, Arabella. Promise me...please," she pleaded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Arabella had caught her breath, her hair matted to her precious face and smiled.
"I promise, Maisie, okay? It'll be my...pleasure, darling," she sighed. "I could, uh, reward her right now, if you're okay with that?" she smiled.
"Oh my God, yes! Please. Do it. Now!" Maisie gushed, her excitement palpable.
I looked at Arabella, sitting so sweetly, as if none of this was her doing. She smoothly undid the belt on her robe, and pulled it open, her breasts and body open to us all. She cocked her eyebrows at me, and looked down between her legs. I readjusted my iPad, looked reassuringly at Maisie and move to my knees, Arabella's hand on my head already. Her eyes shifted between mine and Maisie, making certain she was okay with what was going to happen.
Maisie's long groans told me she was fine with the scene in front of her.
"Tell me, Arabella. Tell me what she's doing...to you," Maisie groaned, even though she could see me.
"Ohh, Maisie...are you sure," Arabella breathed deeply.
"God, yes....please, just..." she whimpered.
I gently spread Arabella's legs, then pulled her robe open. I was captivated by her uncovered body, her breasts still firm at forty-three, her stomach toned with little signs of age. I grasped her thighs and gently pulled her down, her back uncomfortably leaning against the headboard.
I leaned in and kissed both her breasts, nuzzling my face in her warmth. My lips kissed lower, shifting my knees to get comfortable, as I lavished tiny pecks on her stomach and sides, moved down further, and I kissed her mons.
"She's going to...she's..." Arabella moaned, her hand leading me down between her thighs. Afyon Escort Bayan I needed no prompting, though, as I leaned down, my tongue tentatively slipping through her labia; her hands were gently on my head, neither compelling nor stopping me.
My fingers slowly pulled her lips apart, the glistening juices still so obvious. Her scent wafted through my nose, my brain suddenly alive with her need. I brought my hands under her bum, and lifted her musky, heady fragrance calling me in. Her wetness on my lips was competing with my nose for her scent. My fingers lightly stroked her thighs, as my tongue flicked along her now-pronounced slit.
"She's...she's tasting me...Maisie," Arabella cooed, her pelvis slowly moving back and forth, almost feeding me her womanhood.
All I wanted, my raison d'être, was to pleasure this woman. I buried my lips in her, my tongue silently swishing and slurping her gushing pussy. I looked up and saw her eyes were focused on Maisie, which spurred me on even more. I found that beautiful rhythm quickly, my tongue travelling along her wet labia.
"Oooooh, Chloe...just?" she whined, her body slivering around on the settee. "Oooooh, Mais?she's...so...uuuuugh?good?ooooooh?my..." and her words evaporated.
She uttered a soft whimper, as my finger slid against her mound, then around her still-swollen vulva, but not penetrating her. Her cunt was for my mouth now. Arabella's juices were coating my eager face, her sounds both guttural and erotic, as she ground her pussy on my face.
"Ooooooh...Maisie...she's...so...precious. She's...she's?mmmmm?so?mmmmm?so?yesssss," she cried, her syrup streaming from her pussy now. "Should I...should I cum...on?agggggh?just...tell me?Maisie?mmmmmh?so...so goo?" she blubbered, her legs spread so wide and her pelvis flicking up against my face.
Amid all the moans, groans and grunts, I could just make out Maisie's urgent lilt.
"Do it, Arabel?oooooh god," Maisie shrieked. "Just...just cum...on her, darling," she grunted.
Arabella heard those delirious words, my tongue flicked and sucked her little cock, and she came, squirting over my face, covering me and my robe in her acrid, overpowering juices. I swallowed her cum like a madwoman possessed, as I was, with this beautiful creature. She lifted her bum and wiped her pussy on my face, covering and marling me. I was hers, simple as. I continued to service her, cleaning her used cunt, licking her as if my life depended on it. With a final tender kiss on her vagine, I sat up, looked at her, and rose. I spread my legs and sat on her warm lap.
"Fuck me," is all I could say.
"Ohh, my, Chloe," she sighed, as I rubbed my wet, covered face on her. I lifted up, and with no hesitation, she slid two fingers deep inside me. I moved my hands behind her head, pulled her to me, and we kissed, my tongue searching for hers. Her taut fingers slid in and out of me, possessing me, taking me, as her palm rubbed my excited, stiff clitty.
Arabella moved her head and looked over my shoulder at the computer. "I'm...I'm fucking her, Maisie. Is...that... okay?" she asked, her actions beyond permission now.
"God...YESSSS!" Maisie shrieked. "My God...you both look so...beautiful," she sighed.
"That's good...little one," she said, knowing Maisie could hear every word. "Cum for me, darling. Cum for your...Maisie," she taunted me, her fingers thrusting so deep inside me. I lifted my body up and down on this most welcome of intrusions, as she fucked me, her fingers slicing into me, little twisting movements inside me set me off, as her finger slid against that most delicious of spots. Arabella leaned down, took a spare nub in her mouth and sucked, her teeth ever so gently biting my hard nipple.
I turned to the computer and looked at my Maisie, her face reddened and blissful, as she watched us. I saw her arm moving up and down and knew she was still touching herself, masturbating to her girlfriend, her fiancée, being taken.
Arabella was still feasting on my mounds, her lips moaning into my sultry breast. I knew I wouldn't last, all these competing emotions swirling through my mind. Arabella, her scent; Maisie, her moans; Arabella's insistent fingers filling me. I felt her palm rest on my mons, rubbing so damn slowly, and I orgasmed, my hips fucking her fingers, as I gushed myself in her hand. My loud grunts and constant,'uuuuughs' filled the room. I tried to kiss Arabella, but my body was shaking too much. I threw my head back, her mouth gently biting my hard, little nub, and I came again. Arabella continued to take me, her fingers giving me no respite 'til I collapsed on her shoulder, lifting my body, somehow, so she could slip her delicious fingers from inside me.
I kissed her neck, and her lips, then turned my head and saw Maisie smiling at me. Another pulse shot up my body, knowing she had been watching me, and enthralled, not repelled. I carefully slid Escort Afyon from Arabella's comfortable lap and fell next to her. My fingers slid through her dampened hair, and I smiled at Maisie, Arabella's head on my shoulder and gingerly touching me.
"Sor?sorry, darling," I rasped. "I...I don't?" but her voice cut me off.
"That was...beautiful," she gushed. "You both are so...passionate together. Thank's for allowing me to...watch," she smiled, and my heart was filled.
Arabella and I calmly covered ourselves, the robes sticking to our glistening bodies. My eyes never left Maisie's, searching for some little sign of jealousy or even disgust, but I saw only her love and lust. I leant over and collected the bottle of wine, and poured Arabella and me a drink, and leaned back into the sofa. A little wasted smile crossed my lips.
"You have wonderful breasts, Maisie," Arabella gushed. "I only wish..." but she didn't have to finish her sentence. We all laughed at that, as I lay my head on her shoulder, took a sip and relaxed from my unusual orgasm.
Arabella and Maisie continued to chat, as I lay there, taking in this whole strange evening.
We chatted for another forty minutes, then said our goodnights. I could tell that these two were completely enamoured with each other. I felt a certain calm wash over me, pleased that I shared this with Maisie. It seemed, again, to bring us closer. It took me by surprise when Arabella asked if she could have Maisie's phone number. Okaaaay...
"I'd like to give you mine, too, Maisie. I think it may be important for us to talk at some point, you know? I want to set your mind at ease about what your, well, fiancée and I get up to. I'll never come between you, okay? It's just, well, if you have any questions or concerns, all you need to do is call, all right? I'll always make time for you," she said, and I almost cried. Her obvious concern for us was touching.
As soon as I disconnected, Arabella slid her body on me, ripping open my robe and devouring my breasts. I slid my hand into her robe, pulling away the soft material. I leaned down and bit her bare shoulder, her moans running through my breast. I pulled her head away, and we tongued each other, our saliva dripping down each other's faces. Arabella pushed me away, grabbed my hair and whispered, "Mommy wants you upstairs. Now!" and stood.
Fuck me, I thought. I was in trouble now, but my ravaged body responded to her desires.
She offered me her hand, and I grasped it eagerly, my pussy leaking already. She pulled up and practically dragged me upstairs. When we made it to her room, she closed the door. I calmly walked to the bed and casually lay down. My mind was full of all manner of delicious thoughts, as Arabella swayed around the room, lighting candles and dimming lights.
When finished, she turned to me and calmly, but forcefully breathed, "Did mommy say you could lie on her bed, hmm?"
Fuck me. I certainly have tapped into something here, I thought.
I played along, bowing my head and mumbling a low, "Sorry...mommy," sniggering quietly to myself.
"Up. Keep your robe on and stand there," she pointed.
I did as she said. Arabella lay on the bed and stared at me.
"Tease me," she sighed. "I...I want to look at you," she hissed, her hands sweeping over her body.
Well, this was certainly new for me, I thought.
I slowly ran my hands over my petite, covered body, my eyes glued to hers. My fingers swept through my hair, as I exaggerated my low moans, and hopefully sexy movements. Arabella practically mimicked my every touch, her moans matching mine. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. She may have thought I was the little sub under her control, but I was the one who would tease her and allow her cum.
I laid my hand under the soft, silk-like fabric of my robe, and ran my fingers through my labia. Arabella could only see the outline of my hand, as I slowly rubbed myself. I smiled at her, and sighed low, erotic moans, as her hand slipped between her legs. I was transfixed as she slowly followed my lead, rubbing her half-hidden vulva, her legs moving back and forth over the plush duvet.
A single finger went to my mouth, pulling my lip down, my little tongue peeking out between the red flesh. My hips began a slow, imperceptible gyration, a single digit firmly inside my moist pussy, as Arabella saw to her growing needs.
"Show me, baby. Let...mommy see your..." she murmured, I imagined too embarrassed to say the word out loud.
I brought my wet finger from beneath the robe and held it up to her, then slid it inside my robe, coating my nipple with my viscous syrup. I rubbed my still-hidden breast, Arabella moaning my name.
I slowly turned sideways and tugged the robe tight against my body, my modest mounds outlined in the soft material. I ran a single finger over the still-covered nipple, my eyes on hers.
"Does mommy want to see her...little girl's tits, hmm? Do you...mommy?" I smirked.
"Oooooh, Chloe. Godne?yessss...show...your...mommy," she wheezed, her robe thrown back now, her fingers almost furiously petting her pussy.
Fuck me, I thought. This could get out of hand.