BRITNEY – A Lady’s Companion

Tiff squirted again. This time Britney thought, ‘That didn’t feel like a climax. That felt like pee.’ Which Britney was actually ok with but – God dam

‘It’s a funny old world.’ Britney thought to herself as she ground her crotch hard against Tiff’s. A few hours ago she almost stayed in for the evening. The couple she’d arranged to meet had called and cancelled but since Britney had spent so long getting glammed up she was reluctant to let all that effort go to waste. She’d still been debating with herself when the taxi she’d booked earlier settled it by turning up.

So she’d gone out alone and spent a couple of hours radiating ‘don’t even think about it’ vibes to dykes before allowing herself to be chatted up by Tiffany.

And that’s how she’d found herself frotting away with this beautiful woman in a house that had not surprised Britney too much, only because she’d already worked out that her seducer was wearing enough jewellery to put Britney through college and then some.

Britney stopped rationalizing then. The heat of Tiffany’s pussy lips sliding over her own was distracting in an oh-so-good way and she was close to coming when Tiffany gasped and arched off the poolside mats as her own orgasm got a handful of glands and squeezed until she squirted. That didn’t stop her though. She gyrated her pelvis against Britney’s all the harder and gasped encouragement as Britney came second. And still they pressed on – pressed flesh to flesh, lubricated by their pleasure and motivated by the prospect of more of the same. Britney arched her back a little, tipping her pelvis to get her clit just a bit more into the action.

Tiff squirted again. This time Britney thought, ‘That didn’t feel like a climax. That felt like pee.’ Which Britney was actually ok with but – God damn it – Tiffany should have asked at least hypothetically, before pissing on her pussy – that was only polite. Being slightly miffed didn’t stop Britney’s second climax. She squealed, gasped and writhed as it rocked her world. Tiffany was right behind her, squirming in their slick juices and gasping like an asthmatic in the New York Marathon.

Exhausted, the two women slipped into the pool, shockingly cold for a moment on their hot skin, then pleasantly cooling and, finally, as they grew accustomed to it, comfortably warm. They embraced, they kissed softly, they whispered thanks to one another and they relaxed in the dimly lit pool.

“Would you like a drink?” Tiffany asked.

“Sure. What’s in the icebox?”

“Well the bar in here only has the basics – scotch, vodka, white rum, bourbon, Michelob, Corona, probably some Buds, OJ and a few sodas, but the main bar is properly stocked and there’s a cellar full of wine. What do you fancy?”

“You know what I fancy…” Britney shot Tiffany a predatory look “but OJ sounds good…” then as an afterthought “with a couple of fingers of vodka in it.”

Tiffany climbed out to get their drinks, returning to sit on the edge of the pool, sucking on the neck of a Michelob bottle as she let her body dry in the warm air. Britney sipped at her drink before putting it carefully aside, turning and swimming down the pool. She turned with barely a splash and glided back along the bottom of the pool, surfacing right in front of Tiffany. Britney’s hands on Tiffany knees eased them apart enough to let her stand between them and kiss Tiffany rapaciously.

“Mmm…” Tiffany purred. “Know any other tricks with that tongue?”

“Only one way to find out.” Britney pushed gently on Tiffany breasts, forcing her to lie back then sank lower in the water until her face was on a level with Tiffany crotch. It was her first real opportunity to look at this woman so she took her time. Tiffany dark complexion wasn’t a tan, but the olive skinned duskiness of the Mediterranean. Even shaving hadn’t been able to hide the darkness of her pubic hair, which left a shadow even though her mons veneris was smooth to the touch. Her labia were dark too, inside and out. Britney recalled one of her college roommate’s cruder euphemisms for labia – beef curtains – and realized that it was actually a good description of the dark skin and vermilion inner flesh she was looking at. Tiffany was growing impatient and spread her legs further, revealing the shadowy recess of her anus, also darkly pigmented. Britney took the hint and bent to lap at Tiffany’s pussy, flicking her tongue lightly over Tiffany’s already aroused clitoris for a few seconds before working her way inexorably down to plunge deep into her vagina, probing as far as she could into the woman’s body.

“Oh yes… That’s it… Don’t stop!”

Britney had stopped. “Are you going to pee again?” Britney asked with a smile that said ‘I’m ok with that.’

“Probably. But not if you keep stopping.” There was pleading in her tone. Britney buried her tongue again. It didn’t take long for Tiffany to cut loose. Britney tongue was probing deep into that dark pussy and her mouth was open wide and pressed hard over Tiffany labia, her incisors just grazing the woman’s clit, when a stream of hot, brackish liquid spurted across Britney taste buds. She let it fill her mouth and boil out of the corners of her lips before swallowing any to make room for the continuing deluge of urine.
Britney was really into water sports, not because she particularly liked the taste of piss but because it turned her lover’s on to do it in her mouth and, if it turned her lover on – Hey! That’s what it was all about. Besides, she’d swallowed more than a little jism in the last couple of years too, and she didn’t particularly like the taste of that either. It was ok, but she definitely preferred the taste of pussy. That’s why she was bi. Nothing topped the taste of pussy and Tiffany’s was an excellent vintage: Tangy, sweet and musky with a bouquet that reminded Britney of something she couldn’t quite place.

Tiffany’s bladder ran dry. Britney swallowed what little was left in her mouth and lapped at Tiffany labia, cleaning away the last traces. When all she could taste was pussy again she decided that if her new lover was so into pushing their boundaries, she, B, would push back. Her tongue wiggled down past Tiffany vulva and, with no warning, pressed persistently into her anus.

Tiffany squirmed at the unfamiliar caress, tensing against Britney intrusive probing. But Britney persisted and Tiffany, with a moan of lust, relaxed, feeling the girl’s tongue ease her open.

“Oh God!” Tiffany sighed as she experienced her first proper rimming. It tingled, tickled, felt … different, filthy but in a good way. It was all good. She’d been close to coming anyway and this new trick tipped her over the edge of another climax. Her pussy was pulsing and throbbing as she writhed on the poolside, wailing in ecstasy.

Britney kept working Tiffany sphincter until the woman collapsed, exhausted and limp on the floor. Only then did she withdraw her tongue, gently kissing Tiffany anus, then her pussy, then her smooth pubic mound and her navel.

Britney climbed out of the water to lie beside Tiffany and hold her close. They lay in each other’s arms, caressing, kissing and nuzzling until Tiffany suggested bed.

A shared shower, washing each other, inevitably led to more intimate games.

“It’s a little late to be washing there.” Tiffany chided gently as Britney’s soapy fingers squeezed between her buttocks.

“So? It’s a little late for you to be getting coy.” Britney kept on working slick fingers around Tiffany’s bottom. “Especially as you peed on me without asking.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Tiffany grinned impishly. “That was very rude of me, don’t you think?”

“Very.” Britney moved closer, pressing her belly against Tiffany and pinning the woman to the wall of the shower. “You deserve to be spanked.”

“Sorry Sweetie. Not into that.” Tiffany said, matter-of-factly.

“Well, I you could give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“I know this is really mean, but… No.”

“Meaning that’s not your thing?”

“Like I said, it’s really mean but I don’t like being on the receiving end.”

“Hey, relax: Its all about what you do like. Some people are vanilla, some Chunky Monkey. Personally, I’m not that into vanilla, but you can always add sprinkles, hot fudge, crushed nuts…” Britney smiled at the recollection of that guy who nearly got his scrotum pierced by one of her stilettos. He’d been weird: A great ride but weird.

“Chocolate sauce?” Tiffany asked, picking up where Britney metaphor had left off.

Britney made a ‘yuk’ face. “Not yet. Not ever, I hope. You’re not into…?”

“God no! Just asking.”

“Because of the rim job?”

“Well, yes.”

“Rimming’s fun, if a girl – or a guy for that matter – is clean, but that’s almost always the limit.”

“Almost always?” Tiffany was curious what might be beyond that limit. She really did need to know Britney’s limits.
“A couple I date – the ones who stood me up tonight – he really wanted to try a little ATM action.” Britney could see Tiffany lack of comprehension and explained. “Ass to mouth.” Her hand was still between Tiffany butt cheeks, though the soap had long since been rinsed away. To illustrate her point, Britney took her hand away and clamped her lips around the finger that had so recently been probing her lover’s sphincter, Slowly, she drew it out of her mouth, making a show of sucking on it.

Tiffany felt her pussy churning as she watched. As the tip of Britney finger returned to the light, Tiffany threw herself against Britney, cramming her tongue between still pursed lips and dragging them both to the floor of the shower.

* * * * *

Britney woke to daylight and hushed conversation. Opening her eyes – squinting at the too bright light – she saw Tiffany, still in bed beside her, sitting up and talking to a man in a dark grey business suit who was sat beside her on the bedspread. As soon as Britney stirred, their conversation stopped.

“Sorry Sweetie.” Tiffany said, reaching over to casually stroke Britney’s hair. “Did we wake you?”

“What time is it?” Britney asked.

“Just after ten.” The man glanced at his watch to confirm it. “Allow me to introduce myself. Dominic.”

“Britney” said Britney, who’d already worked out that he was Tiffany husband. There were pictures of them together on the dresser. He managed to remind her of both Brad Pitt and Richard Gere without looking like either of them.

“Tiffany been telling me all about last night.

Darling,” Dominic turned his attention to his wife. “Would you make us all some coffee?” Dominic stood to let his wife get up. Britney watched with unabashed interest as Tiffany stood naked, and stretched, her arms high over her head, fingers twined, palms up, back arched. Britney noticed that Dominic was just watching his wife too. As she put on a robe, the spell broke and Dominic returned his attention to Britney, though he didn’t speak to her until they were alone.

“Now then, Miss…?”

“Kennedy. Britney Kennedy.”

“Ok, Britney. Tiffany tells me you’re taking a year off from college.”

“Yes.” Where was this going? The gap year hadn’t been planned. She’d taken to the idea when her best friend, lover and college roomie was offered an internship with her father’s company, in their Washington DC office. Britney’s gap year was so she and Helen would have their last college year together, though she’d sort of planned to do some research for her dissertation while she was at it.

“Do you have firm plans for this year?”

“Not really. Why?” Britney had been expecting a conversation along the lines of ‘So you fucked my wife? Can I have some too?’

“Because I have a job offer for you.”

“You’ve only known me five minutes.” This sounded too odd.

“But Maria’s known you all night.”

“What job offer?” Britney changed tack. She doubted she’d get any more sensible answer though.

“I’m away a lot. I’d like to hire you as a companion for Tiffany. She gets so lonely on her own.”

“She must have lots of friends.”

“Surely. But it’s not the same. Companion is – in this case – a euphemism. Last night was an audition. An interview if you prefer.”

“Oh.” Britney realized what he was suggesting.

“And you’ll find the job very rewarding, financially.”

“You’re really offering me money to fuck your wife?” Britney was incredulous.

“That’s not how I’d have put it.”

“But you are. Aren’t you?”

“Let’s say I’m offering you $2000 a week to be Tiffany’s-”

“Whore?” It was another of her roommate’s earthy expressions.

“Toy would be more apt. Yes, it is technically prostitution, but only because you’d be getting paid for what you clearly enjoyed last night. You would not be asked to provide services for anyone but Tiffany.”

“Not you?”

“Not me: At least not directly. I do like to be present occasionally. Your duties would include foreplay and some participation when I’m with Tiffany, but you’d be her toy, not mine.”

“You’ve said toy twice.”

“That’s the best description. Tiffany is bisexual. I can’t expect her to give up girls and I don’t think of it as infidelity. You must have noticed we’re not poor. This isn’t our only house. Why should Tiffany have to make do with silly plastic toys when I can afford to buy her the real thing?”

“Good point.” Britney was intrigued by the idea that someone could be bought as a sort of living sex toy. It wasn’t an unattractive idea.

“There’d be a lot of travelling too. Business requires me to visit Europe several times a year. We have a house in London because I spend about a quarter of my time there. You do have a passport?”

Britney nodded. “So what is your business?”

“I’m a banker, but we provide a lot of sponsorship for motor racing. I generally have to follow the Formula One circuit through the year.”

“Formula One?” Britney knew nothing about motor sport.

“Like Indy Car racing, but it goes around the world. Eighteen different countries this year.”

“Indy Car?” Britney said, looking perplexed.

“You’ll see… if you take the job. It’s very glamorous, very fast and very expensive. Tiffany doesn’t care about the races either, but she loves the parties and the glamour. Britney, I’m afraid I do have to go. I have a flight to catch. Will you take the job?”

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

“Not long. If you turn it down, Tiffany will have to go out… recruiting again, but she really wants you. You are – in her words – pretty, pervy and perfect.”

“Ok.”

“You’ll take it?”

“Yes. I must be mad, but yes.”

“Good. Tiff’s will be so pleased.” Dominic stood up to leave. “Before I go…” He paused.

Britney flipped back the sheets and lay naked in front of him. She let her hand gently stroke her mons veneris just once. She knew she looked good.

“Tiffany has always had excellent taste.” Dominic observed. “Thank you, Britney. I’ll tell Tiffany the good news.” And he left.

Britney looked down at her body. “Pretty, pervy and perfect?” She said to herself. “I like that.” She got out of bed and went for a shower. Coffee and warm rolls were waiting on the kitchen counter when she went looking for Tiffany. There was also the smell of sex. Had they been fucking while she was in the shower? It certainly smelt like it. Britney tore a piece off one of the rolls and sipped her coffee. Where was Tiffany?

Tiffany walked back into the kitchen, sans robe. Britney looked at the naked woman and decided she’d been right about them having sex. Tiffany was positively glowing.

“Ready to start work?” Tiffany asked, buzzing Britney forcefully.

“Absolutely.” Britney grinned and dropped to her knees. Tiffany labia were dark and engorged. They looked slick with juices. “Clean-up this mess?” She asked, glancing up at her new boss?

“Got it in one.” Tiffany leant back against the counter and parted her legs enough for Britney’s tongue to go to work.

Britney didn’t hesitate. She pressed her face between Tiffany thighs, lapping at her plump lips and tasting Dominic’s seed mingled with his wife own juices. She pushed Tiffany’s legs further apart and got her mouth right under her vagina. Tiffany clenched her pelvic floor and pushed Dominic’s cum back out into Britney waiting mouth.

When Britney was sure she’d got all of it, she moved slightly, turning her attention to Tiffany clit, sucking on the swollen bud until Tiffany legs gave way and she sagged to the floor. Britney really went to work then, lashing the morsel of flesh and nerve endings until Tiffany was writhing and groaning incoherently on the tiles. Britney slipped a couple of fingers into Tiffany hole too, twirling and pumping as she tormented the woman’s clitoris. Britney ring finger stretched down to just touch Tiffany’s anus, and rub across it as her fingers drove in and out of her pussy. Tiffany wailed as she came, squirting cum over Britney’s face as she thrashed Tiffany clit with the tip of her tongue, pressing the sensitive spot against her teeth.

Britney refused to let Tiffany relax, upping the tempo to keep Tiffany climax going as long as possible. When Tiffany went quiet, Britney stopped teasing her clit and contented herself with lapping up all the juices while Tiffany lay panting, apparently unconscious. Britney chased the last trickle of cum down between Tiffany buttocks and lingered around her anus again.

“Mmm. That was wonderful.” Tiffany purred. “You’ll certainly earn your money.”

Yes, thought Britney, I’m officially a whore now.

* * * * *

They showered, Britney taking it upon herself to wash her new employer. “It’s only fair.” She’d insisted, taking the soap out of Tiffany hand. “I’m the one who’ll have to lick it later.” And she ran soapy fingers between Tiffany buttocks and thighs. Tiffany didn’t mind. Her previous toys had been requested to bathe her occasionally but if Britney wanted to volunteer, Tiffany would make it one of her daily duties. She noticed that Britney had moved on from her crotch and was kneeling now, working soapy hands down first one leg then the other. Britney didn’t stop until she’d even washed between Tiffany toes, lifting each foot gently into her lap to work on. Then she stood again, motioned for Tiffany to turn around and did her back. The whole thing was arousing but, to Tiffany surprise, the most intimate seeming moment was when Britney’s fingertips touched lightly under her arms, checking for stubble. Finding just a hint, Britney reached for the razor and carefully smoothed Tiffany underarms, finishing off by brushing her lips against that sensitive skin. Tiffany couldn’t believe how naked that made her feel before this other woman: It was just so … intimate. Yes, there was no other word for it.

Britney was determined to be good at her new job. Besides, any excuse to touch Tiffany’s body was a good excuse. She was a little miffed at not getting to wash Tiffany’s hair, but she’d been lingering over her breasts when a vacuum cleaner starting up downstairs announced the presence of the domestic staff. Tiffany had pulled away from her and said “One of us had better get out. They’ll be coming up in a minute.”

So Britney had left Tiffany to wash her own hair and ducked through the adjoining door from the master bedroom to the small suite she’d been told was hers. She showered quickly in her own bathroom, dressed and went downstairs to introduce herself as Tiffany new P.A.

Introductions made, and before Tiffany came downstairs, Britney called a cab to take her home. She had packing to do. Tiffany caught up with her just as the cab pulled up outside.

“This is for you.” She handed Britney a mobile phone. “It has all the numbers you’ll need in it.” Her hand lingered on Britney’s a moment longer than necessary. “And you’ll need these.” Tiffany held up a set of keys. “I’m meeting some pals for lunch, then going shopping. Call me when you get back and I’ll tell you where to meet me.”

“Sure. Thank you.” Britney took the keys with a smile that led to one of those uncomfortable silences. “I’d better go. My cab’s waiting.” Britney broke the silence.

“Get a receipt.” Tiffany said as Britney opened the front door.

* * * * *

In the back of the cab, Britney looked through the mobile phone’s memory. Tiffany number was there, obviously, but so were a dozen other numbers, some in different countries. Were all those Tiffany’s houses? Britney guessed so. Dominic had clearly not been exaggerating. She smiled to herself. She just knew she was going to enjoy this job.

Packing presented a few problems: She only wanted to take the essentials, at least until she knew what else she’d need. The problem was, what are the essentials when your work uniform is skin? Britney settled on one pair of jeans, half a dozen frocks – Tight jeans look sexy but frocks don’t make your crotch sweaty and Britney just knew that keeping her pussy sweet and fresh was going to be part of her job description – one business suit – short skirt not long pants – a couple of evening outfits and a week’s supply of undies, though she fully expected to go commando most of the time. A second bag soon filled up with toiletries and other small essentials then she called a cab to take her back to Tiffany’s house.

* * * * *

Daydreaming in the back of the cab, Britney hand found its way under her dress and between her thighs. She wondered if Tiffany’s was going to be into public quickies or whether her cover as personal assistant had to be maintained at all times. Her fingers were contributing to the debate on the side of the quickies proposition when she noticed the cabbie’s mirror. His grin said it all. He knew what she was doing. On an impulse – and not the first such impulse, mind you – Britney moved across the seat so she was no longer behind the driver and spread her knees so he could get a proper view. He tilted the mirror down to take her up on her offer.

“Pity we’re on the freeway, huh?” She asked, strumming one lip aside.

“The things you see in this job.” The cabbie sounded almost wistful. He knew he wasn’t gonna get laid and the only reason he could even take time to look at the pretty girl’s snatch was the near stationary traffic on the freeway.

“This just got me a great job.” Britney enjoyed being watched. She could feel her insides beginning to stir as she pulled at her labia under the cabbie’s gaze.

“You a hooker?”

“No.”

“Ah! Actress.”

“No!” Britney laughed at the rationale. But this was La-la-land and so many girls got their big break in movies on their backs. “I’m gonna be a living sex toy for a woman too rich to use a vibrator.”

“Is she old?”

“No. She’s really hot. I picked her up in a club. The only down side is I won’t be getting any cock for the next year: Not even her husband’s.”

“You like cock too?” The cabbie’s self-interest was palpable. Britney could see he was massaging the front of his jeans.

“Love it.” Britney used both hands now to hold herself open to the cabbie’s gaze. “You don’t mind if I get myself off, do you?”

“You go right ahead, Miss. Don’t fret about the upholstery.” His eyes never moved from her crotch. He was praying the traffic wouldn’t thin out before she’d finished.

“Thanks.” Britney’s fingers strummed her clit like Hendrix on a guitar, her other hand burying three fingers deep in her pussy, her pinky caressing her ass hole. “It’s so much better with an audience.” She husked as she frigged herself for all she was worth.

“You should be a porn star.”

“Can’t. My dad’s really into porn. He’d be bound to find out and that would be… ugh!”

“Good point… But damn, Girl, you would be such a star.”

“Oooh…oh…Yesss!” Britney came, not earth shatteringly but it’d do until she could get Tiffany alone again. She pulled her fingers out and held then up to the Perspex screen so her ‘audience’ could see them glisten. “Pity about this plastic.” She said, seeing the hunger in his expression. Then she licked them clean herself, making a show of that too. She’d enjoyed this journey.

Britney hit on an idea. She rummaged in her bag for a basic cotton thong and used it to soak up the juices that were still dribbling from her pussy. When it was sodden, she balled up the scrap of cotton and stuffed it into the cash chute by the cabbie’s shoulder. “A souvenir.” She said as he took them out of his side and pressed them under his nose, inhaling deeply.

“Thanks Miss.”

“Britney. And when you’re jerking off later, think about me on all fours, licking my mistress’ pussy and ass hole until she squirts on my face.” That should be good for more than one hand job, Britney thought.

“Thanks Britney. I’m Tony. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is mutual, Tony.” Britney answered as politely as she could but couldn’t keep a straight face. They both burst out laughing.

Britney’s phone interrupted then. It was Tiffany.

“Britney. Where are you?”

“In a cab, about ten minutes from the house.”

“Good. Just drop your stuff inside the door and come meet me.”

“Sure. Where will you be?”

“Robertson Boulevard. Call me when you get to Lisa Kline.”

“Sure thing.”

“Great. Bye Sweetie.”

“Bye.” Britney put the phone back in her bag.

“Tony, it’s your lucky day. You just got your return fare.”

“It was my lucky day before that.” Tony sniffed the thong again and grinned at her in the mirror.

* * * * *

“Tiffany? I’m outside Lisa Kline.” It’d been easy enough to find. Britney had taken five minutes to freshen up at the house but still hadn’t bothered to put on underwear. She’d made sure Tony knew that too – all the way to Robertson.

“Good. We’re inside. Second floor.”

We? Britney wondered as she headed for the second floor. She found Tiffany and two of her friends in the lingerie department. Tiffany made introductions. Britney noticed the knowing looks exchanged when she was introduced as Tiffany new personal assistant. She got the very strong impression they knew just how personal her assistance was.

“I can’t decide between the baby blue and the turquoise.” Tiffany held up two bra and brief sets in gauzily thin silk.

“So don’t decide. Buy both.” Britney suggested. She didn’t believe for one minute that Tiffany was on a budget. She also didn’t think either colour suited Tiffany’s skin but it wasn’t her place to say so.

“See girls?” Tiffany looked at her friends. “First day on the job and already invaluable.” Then to the sales assistant. “I’ll take both.” Tiffany handed them over and dismissed the assistant with a gesture, “Thank you Britney. Shall we go?”

Britney thought Tiffany had meant all of them until she’d turned and bid her friends goodbye. At the counter, Britney wasn’t surprised when Tiffany handed her all the shopping bags to carry. She was an assistant after all.

“You’ve created a problem.” Tiffany said in a conversational tone as they left the store.

“Problem?”

“Yes Sweetie. Now I don’t know which colour I should have you wear tonight. Turquoise or baby blue.”

“Oh.” So the lingerie was for her. “Well, generally, if my underwear is going to be seen, I leave it at home.”

“Really?”

“Really. Like right now, for instance.”

“Really?” Tiffany gave her a saucy look.

“You don’t have to take my word for it.” Britney suggested, wondering if she could goad Tiffany into a little public fun.

“I think I do.” Tiffany looked around at the crowded boulevard. “For the moment.”

* * * * *

“So it is true.” Tiffany had pinned Britney against the front door as soon as it closed and hauled up her dress while kissing her hard. Her hand was buried between Britney thighs.

“What can I say? I’m an exhibitionist.” Britney husked. Tiffany hand was making her wet and she hoped the damp feeling was mutual.

“I need a shower.” Maria let go of Britney and turned away from her. “Bring the bags upstairs then come and wash me.”

“Yes Tiffany.” Britney responded demurely, recognising the peremptory tone of Tiffany inner dominatrix and dropping instantly into submissive mode.

She put the shopping bags in Tiffany room, stripped off her dress, kicked her sandals under a chair and hurried into Tiffany bathroom. Tiffany was still fully dressed but the shower was running hot and the mirrors were starting to steam up.

“Undress me please.” Tiffany ordered – politely, but it was still very much an order. Britney undressed her quickly and waited for her to step into the shower first.

Instead, Tiffany sat on the toilet and cut loose, peeing unselfconsciously as her new sex toy stood and watched. Finishing, she parted her legs wide and waited until Britney caught on and reached for the tissue. Britney gently dabbed at Tiffany pussy, figuring it was all part of the mistress and maid routine. Now Tiffany stepped into the shower and Britney followed.

Tiffany stood passive while Britney soaped and sponged her all over, moving only enough to make Britney’s work possible. When she reached her crotch, Tiffany moved her feet apart enough to allow Britney to reach right through. Britney abandoned the sponge in favour of soapy fingers, working them into every nook and cranny, especially around Tiffany’s anus. When Britney pushed the tip of a finger gently against the sphincter, Tiffany relaxed and a faint moan escaped her lips as the soapy intrusion sank into her.

“ATM.” She whispered as Britney’s finger pulled back out. Britney held her gaze, smiling as she lifted the finger to her lips and sucked its tip just as she had done last night. It tasted of soap. She could see the lust in Tiffany eyes and just knew that last night’s rim job wasn’t a one off.

To Be Continued..

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