Fantasies of the Learner Chapter 5
Roisin and Miss Azad made their way through the dining hall, entering a hallway that led to the latter's private quarters. "I have strict security protocols here," Miss Azad stated, looking at the console on the wall. "Turn off all cameras in my room." Her expression shifted to one of caution as she eyed Roisin. "Don't try anything funny. You're just here for a shower. I don't want to get in trouble with Domina."
Roisin couldn't help but smirk as she crawled on all fours, her face pressed against the ground in a show of submission. "Of course, Miss Azad. Just want to use your shower."
The two entered the bathroom, which was decorated with green tiles and a spacious shower featuring multiple nozzles and a mister. The sink had a large mirror, and to Roisin's delight, there was an actual toilet. She suddenly felt the need to urinate, but didn't want to ask for the privilege.
"Miss Azad, could I please use your toilet?"
The older woman scowled. "No, you'll squat in the shower. Sluts don't get toilets." She unhooked Roisin's leash and moved to the sink, rummaging through the cabinets. "Pee in the shower, then stand with your hands against the wall, in the proper bathing position."
Roisin stepped into the shower and relieved herself, residue from her recent debaucherous activities making it difficult for her to hold in her climax. She couldn't help but imagine rubbing herself against the shower wall to achieve an orgasm, but with her shock collar's potential risk, she restrained herself.
Finishing up, Roisin stood upright, her legs spread firmly and her genitals visible to Miss Azad, who had emerged from the sink area, roll up her sleeves while still wearing her professional skirt and pinstriped shirt. Her confidence and tone signaled a commanding presence, and Roisin imagined the formidable figure she might have under the outfit. She lathered up a shaver and waved it in front of a surprised Roisin.
"Face the wall, whore," came Miss Azad's command. With the alluring scent of sweat wafting around, Roisin lined up her body against the tiled wall, tense and anticipant. The hand shower streamed onto her cunt, lulling her closer to orgasm.
"Your pussy is immaculate. The hairs grow just right there; they're of fine quality," Miss Azad mused, continuing to shave.
"Thank you, Miss Azad," Roisin replied, feeling content in knowing that her mother, Mami, shared the same traits. "I've always wondered how Mami managed to grow such a thick bush. It's so wild and beautiful." She shivered in delight, imagining the taste of her mother's hair in the back of her throat.
Miss Azad chuckled. "I won't tell you how, but it's a combination of natural gifts and a few tricks." Roisin found it hard to believe such a prim and polished woman could possess a playful side. "Turn around, slut."
Roisin obeyed, presenting her unshaven landing strip to Miss Azad. The office worker activated the shower, spraying her before retiring outside the glass enclosure. Pausing to wipe her brow with the back of her hand, Miss Azad's nearing physical exertion was now visible.
"Did you just exercise, Miss Azad?"
Miss Azad arched her brows. "You're observant. Yes, that's correct." Her strict bun had a touch of moisture and frizz, contrasting to her regal demeanor. "I didn't have time to bath before I had to check in with Domina."
"But you're wearing business attire. How did you work out in those?" Roisin moaned as Miss Azad shaved around her mound. "Ah, your shaver" – she groaned in ecstasy. "It's grazing against my clit!"
"It's an industrial-grade, multifunctional tool, used to trim and shave," Miss Azad explained coolly, keeping her tone professional as she addressed the distraction. "Don't worry about it – we'll finish up."
Now, Roisin was more eager than ever to receive her punishment from Mami.
"No way, but I won't step out of my office without dressing formally," Miss Azad said. "Raise your arms high." Roisin obeyed, and Miss Azad squeezed soap in between her armpits, then over her frazzled, weary nipples. Roisin closed her eyes momentarily, and gently spread her legs, offering her femininity to the secretary.
"I understand," Miss Azad said. "You're Domina's property. I won't touch you without Domina's consent."
"Can't we share a bath at least?" Roisin asked. "After all, you're perspiring so much and the steam is ruining your attire. The surveillance system is inoperable, besides."
Meanwhile, upstairs, Carmen grunted as she thrust her hand into Jia's clenched sphincter. Watching the monitor, she giggled when she observed Miss Azad's close call with succumbing to temptation. "My curious gals," she chortled, as she pinned Jia's face with her lumbar region. "Continue, rojita, you're doing an excellent job." She had never witnessed Miss Azad get this near resistance, and desired to see how the entire incident would unfold.
"I suppose you're right," Miss Azad said, removing her frames and setting them on the worktable. Her sharp, bird-like nose was mesmerising with them gone, as were her bluish-green eyes, which were unusual for her ethnicity. She dried her hands and began unbuttoning her shirt. Roisin's nipples hardened, resulting in torment for her bruised body. Her shirt slid to the floor, revealing a light blue, rapid skirt. Her abdomen was noticeably toned.
Roisin knelt before the shower door. "May I undress you, ma'am?" She bowed her head. "I'm merely the apprentice. I should handle the tasks."
Miss Azad snorted. "Very well, but be precise with your instructions." Roisin kneeled in front of the glass door as Miss Azad it cracked open. The hot shower water and mist kept her warm, and she held back the urge to rub her legs. "Undo my pumps first."
Roisin wet her fingers and popped off the first heel, then fumbled for the other one, and finally set them both free. "Satisfactory," Miss Azad said, her hard green gaze fixed upon Roisin, making her feel aroused and eager. "Stand."
Roisin rose and Miss Azad rotated around. Her back boasted some marks and a few evident stretch lines around her waist, yet her shoulder blades were sculpted and her hips were tight. The skirt accentuated her buttocks nicely and Roisin licked her lips, hungry to see what lay beneath. "First, undo the bra."
The bra unclasped quickly, causing Miss Azad to turn her head slightly. "Marvelous," she stated, an eyebrow arched. "Stick your bum out."
Roisin blew out a deep breath and obeyed. "Open your zipper."
The zipper slid down efficiently, the fabric falling to Miss Azad's feet, exposing her pantyhose covering a set of black knickers clinging to her buttocks. It appeared like the skinny dorm girls' garments. Her buttocks seemed fit for railing against a wall.
Miss Azad breathed in icily. "Stop drooling and remove my pantyhose. Afterwards, the knickers." Roisin complied, quicker this time, both garments pulled down to Miss Azad's ankles before being cast aside. She stepped out of them expertly, and Roisin saw that she also had tattoos. The left arse cheek had a tiger's head with an open mouth, while the right arse cheek had a tiger's paw.
"What's the story behind these?" Roisin asked.
Miss Azad turned back around to face her. "That's for you to discern." A hint of anxiousness touched her eyes as she released her hair bun, letting long gray tresses cascade down to her shoulders. "Thoughts?"
This woman was different from Carmen in many ways. Her skin was slightly darker, with wrinkles and age spots visible. Her breasts sagged a bit and her nipples were dense, pale buds. Her waistline was tight, and her hips were perfect for gripping. Upon seeing her hand, Roisin noticed that her mons pubis had been trimmed into a short, narrow landing strip, with tattoos on each side - a lock on the left and a key on the right. Her cunt was wrinkled, with labia bunched at the bottom and her inner lips engorged. Her clitoris was just barely visible, a small dark spot within the pinkish brown folds.
She was perfect.
"I absolutely love this," Roisin exclaimed, pulling the older woman into the shower. Her hands didn't hesitate to reach down and slide between the woman's legs. Miss Azad moved them to the wall, shutting the shower door. The steamy mist enveloped them as their lips met, tongues intertwined in a frantic search for one another's flesh.
In no time, Roisin and Miss Azad were pressing their cunts against one another's thighs, their tongues and teeth exploring one another's faces rapidly. "Miss Azad," Roisin panted, "I want to lick your old pussy so badly. I want to taste your flavor."
Miss Azad clamped her sharp teeth on Roisin's nipple, causing the girl to yelp. Then, she pushed Roisin away and ordered, "First, you clean my ass, slut. Then you lick my pussy clean." She turned around, placing her hands on her firm ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
Roisin moved closer, wrapping her legs around Miss Azad's leg and hunching her hips against the woman's calf. She planting a kiss on one of the tiger head tattoos, then the paw, before circling the older woman's anus with her tongue. Miss Azad was salt from her workout, but she was shaved clean inside her anus and a fragrant scent emanated from there. Roisin's tongue explored deeper, flicking back and forth like a snake. The older woman's anus would be clean and sparkling after Roisin was done.
But her own cunt was on the verge of explosion. "I'm about to cum," she gasped into Miss Azad's anus.
"Me too," the woman said by the shower's roar. Roisin pressed her forehead against one of the round buttocks, and felt the intense vibration of Miss Azad cumming, rubbing her pussy furiously against Roisin's leg. Roisin continued to lick through Miss Azad's dirty valley, draped over the woman's wrinkled calf.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Roisin screamed as she finally reached her own ecstasy. Riding Miss Azad's leg, Roisin lost the ability to speak. Her face contorted, tongue between Miss Azad's buttocks, she felt strong vibrations pulse through the woman's hips. Roisin held on as they both climaxed, soaked in a mixture of steamy water and cunt juice.
She slumped against the glass shower wall. "That was amazing, Miss Azad... you're amazing," she said, gasping for breath.
Miss Azad pulled Roisin up by the shoulders and their tongues tangoed around the girl's neck. "I want more, more, more," she said.
Roisin squinted at the shower. "What about curfew?"
Miss Azad spread her legs. "Fuck curfew. Let's fuck like animals."
"Bad girls," Carmen growled, reclining on her bed as the slave girl rode her fist in a steady rhythm. Jia's moans came in quick, shivering bursts, her small breasts brushing against Carmen's lips. Carmen sucked one of them, then twirled her fingers within the girl's slick vagina. A bit of cunt juice found its way onto the sheets. "You'll clean that later," Carmen said, still focused on the television and camera feed.
"Yes, Domina," the girl said, continuing to hump Carmen's hand.
With her gray strands untethered from their usual bindings, Miss Azad gazed out the window, her expression soon transforming into a chuckle. Roisin was taken aback by the display of amusement on this strict woman's face, but it happened nonetheless.
"You foolish girl, we've already transgressed the set rules. Now, strip off that towel."
Roisin did not need any additional enticement. They were, after all, breaking boundaries and disobeying their lady. Yet this only added to Roisin's enthusiasm. She cast her towel aside and lay face-down on the bed, her hands resting over her cheeks, spacing them apart. She eyed Miss Azad and taunted her, "Your turn."
Miss Azad responded accordingly, discarding her own towel, exposing her wrinkled form to the starlight seeping in through the window. Roisin positioned herself in front of the older woman and prepared for action. Miss Azad's tongue embarked on a conquest of Roisin's posterior's globes, probing and exploring mercilessly. Roisin, reveling in the attention, couldn't help but moan effusively.
"You own a magnificent anus," Miss Azad murmured in between licks, "a ravishing embracing aperture, set against your porcelain-hued skin." Roisin emitted a whistle, feeling elated as the tongue worked its magic on her anus. Her hands held tight to Miss Azad's hair, urging her to dig even deeper into her folds. A finger slipped inside of her sex, curving delicately, and Roisin felt herself nearing another orgasm.
"Bear witness... I'm on the brink... again." Roisin moaned loudly, experiencing a seizure of palpitations from within her anus, overpowering her, permeating her vagina, and oozing over the secretary's face. "Miss Azad," Roisin whispered as she moved to drag the aged beauty close, "Allow me to savor you."
Miss Azad shifted up, fitting snugly like a spoons smaller counterpart beside her lover. They kissed again, and Roisin gradually climbed on top of Miss Azad. "I intend to unravel your music and tickle it like a symphony." Roisin was readying herself to follow Carmen's teachings - a dream so close to her heart.
Miss Azad spread herself out, somberly flashing her eyes towards Roisin, "My body is yours to sample."
It was time to commence. Roisin began with the mouth. Luscious, expansive lips greeted her, untouched by the finger of time. She soon traversed to the neck and shoulders; here she found folds, and she grappled with the idea of Miss Azad's age. How did it alter her, seasoning her? She pressed her COUPLE's COUPLE's sex into Miss Azad's leg and was met with a shudder. A little asynchronous, halted. Roisin matched her movements with her licks, and Miss Azad returned with soft moans. Roisin plunged her mouth towards the left breast.
She explored it with her tongue. It was full and undeterred by age, and she nibbled gently, trying to uncover the years etched into her. "Ungh," Miss Azad murmured, and Roisin dug deeper. Carmen had been this woman's harpist before, leaving her musical moans echoing in the room. Roisin explored her breasts, distinguishing between her partners' devotions here. She kissed the left breast - supple, soothing, and tousled - and manipulated the right, squeezing a handful of flesh with her fingers.
Her tongue meandered to the right breast, and it was soft, comfortable: motherly, sexually expressive. She licked, sucking up the nipple. It was delightfully sweet, exuding a fragrance reminiscent of youth. This breast had nourished a child. She released it abruptly, flicking it with her tongue, teasing and playful. A dampness beckoned Roisin to pay attention to it.
Roisin traveled downwards, licking and nibbling as she went, perceiving the wicked conscience in their taunting and nibbling on Miss Azad's thigh. A lubrication arose, and she rewarded her efforts by placing a palm between Miss Azad's thighs. As Miss Azad's hips rocked, Roisin prepared her final act.
Gently, she skimmed her tongue along the mons, detecting Miss Azad's uniqueness. A hint of fragrance invaded her senses, a burning sensation where Carmen's passion lingered - Miss Azad's scent differed tremendously.
Her eyes darted back and forth, concentrating on two interlocking tattoos: a key and a lock. Click! Her tongue worked on the right side of the mons, generous touches on the hair. Miss Azad shivered. Left... she proceeded, licking over the pubic hair. Stiffened... the key and lock, a puzzle cast right before her. The key segment protruded, and she met her beloved target.
Roisin moved her tongue along the right side of Miss Azad's labia, making her way across the slit before returning to the lock tattoo on the left. The harmony between their movements grew as Roisin's tongue followed the rhythm of Miss Azad's body. In her mind's eye, Roisin could see the sitar strings and Indian drums playing in sync, creating the music of a woman.
Their motions in perfect unison, Roisin's tongue began to circle the woman's cunt, causing it to bloom and reveal the hidden treasures inside. The taste of Miss Azad filled Roisin's mouth. She tasted notes of cardamom, cane sugar, and spices from faraway lands, all aged in a rum cask for thirty years. This was a luscious, savory pussy texture, both leathery and soft, cushioning her lips and teething gently on the labia. Roisin brought her tongue back up to Miss Azad's clit, quickening her pace. She beckoned with her hand for Miss Azad to lift her legs. The older woman did so willingly, demonstrating their connection.
Roisin inserted her fingers into Miss Azad's moist vagina, synchronizing her movements with the beating of her heart. Her tongue traced the rim of her vagina and bit down on the flesh of her ass cheek. Miss Azad howled in delight, her voice losing its luster. Her vagina was soak with liquid, her body's pulse matched Roisin's fingers; the woman's pleasure. A thumb rubbed at her clit simultaneously. With her spare hand, Roisin slapped the tiger print pattern on Miss Azad's ass. They were racing towards the peak of ecstasy.
"I'm so close," Miss Azad cried, unchained by her desires.
One finger pressed against Miss Azad's ass, pulsating in beat to her inner rhythm. Two locked inside her vagina, moving in tandem with her heartbeat. Roisin darted her tongue between her lips, spiraling over her clit and then back to the nail-like nub above her sex. The two women synchronized their voices, instinctively responding to each other's moves. The beautiful moment created by two people wielded in lust. A final touch, she grasped the hardened bulge and pulled it out of the folds of her pussy. Their bodies moved as one.
"This was a sexual masterpiece, created for an exquisite, aged woman," Roisin thought as Miss Azad climaxed. Her thighs snatched Roisin in a death grip. Her scent, a warm blend of sweetened chai teas, overwhelmed Roisin's senses, who swallowed every last drop of Miss Azad's own fluids.
"We nearly arrived," Carmen commanded, dominant on Jia's oral stage. Her hand still inside Jia, Carmen instructed her rhythm. It was almost as if she was directing Roisin's actions. "Touch her clit with your nose. Sweep in circles. Hit it hard," Carmen instructed as she allowed Roisin's talent to unfold, admiring Miss Azad. The secretary had challenged Carmen's authority, but all it made was for a superior learning experience.
Steadily climbing to an intense climax, Jia's body quaked against Carmen. Jia her mouth overflowed with their lovemaking. There was no metaphor for the mind-blowing orgasm Carmen was having or the torrential flooding of her love nectar; the flushed slave girl's mouth glistened.
In the aftermath, they silently relished the near silence of the room. Miss Azad prepared Roisin for dispatch back into reality, leading her to her chambers. Having discovered her music, Roisin could only dream of experiencing it again with more women. The key to uncovering her own and her partner's sexual satisfaction.
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