Desires of the Apprentice

They crossed through the dining hall and into the corridor that marked Miss Azad's personal quarters. "I have full security protocols here," Miss Azad said. She looked up at the console on the wall. "Disable all cameras in my quarters." She looked down at Roisin and frowned. "Don't get any funny ideas. You're just here to shower. I just want to make sure I don't get in trouble with Domina."

Roisin was trying not to giggle. On all fours, she bowed her head so her face was pressed against the ground. Supplication, but also a way of hiding her shit eating grin. "Of course, Miss Azad. I only want to use your shower."

Miss Azad tugged Roisin by the collar into the bathroom. Roisin looked around. It was a nice bathroom, with green tiles and a large shower with several nozzles and overhead mister. The sink had a large mirror, and most exciting for the apprentice, there was an actual toilet.

Roisin felt her bladder pushing. "Miss Azad, could I please urinate in your toilet?"

Miss Azad glared at her. "Go squat in the shower. Sluts don't get toilets." She unclipped Roisin's leash and stepped over to the sink, rummaging in the cabinets below. "Urinate and then stand with your hands against the wall, in the proper bathing stance."

Trying to contain her disappointment at not being allowed a toilet, Roisin opened the glass door of the shower chamber and stepped inside. She squatted neatly over the drain and urinated. Her arsehole felt sore and abused after her fucking, yet still desirous of more stimulation. Her cunny was as inflamed as ever. She desperately needed to come, but if she rubbed herself right now there was a good chance she would be electrocuted in the shower from her shock collar.

Shaking off droplets of urine from her loins, she stood up and faced the tiled wall, splaying her legs and arse so that her genitalia was properly presented to her bathing attendant. Miss Azad approached the shower, her sleeves rolled up, but still dressed properly with the business woman's skirt and pinstriped shirt. She held in her hand a long, black shaver. Roisin felt her cunt throb at the sight.

"Face the wall, whore," Miss Azad said. The woman was about the same age as Roisin's own mother, albeit with a much more toned body. Roisin could imagine Miss Azad had a tight, firm ass under that skirt. Miss Azad turned the hand shower on and sprayed down Roisin's arse and cunt, cleaning up any remaining piss. Then she began massaging shaving cream into the fuzzy areas of Roisin's rim.

The redhead bit her lips, but allowed a hint of a moan to escape as she felt those fingers massage and cover up her nether regions. Then she heard the buzz of a shaver and felt her clit ache desperately. The shaver started between her cheeks, teasing around the edges of her sore, badly abused arsehole. Roisin pressed her face into the wall, enjoying the spray of the hand shower on her cunt. It was almost enough to get her to come.

"Your arse is well-maintained. The hairs do not grow too intensely, and they are of fine quality," Miss Azad commented clinically as she continued shaving.

Roisin flushed with pleasure. "Thank you, Miss Azad. I always wondered how Mami grew such a thick back bush. It's so wild and beautiful." Even if she often ended up swallowing a few bristly rimhairs. The taste of Carmen's filthy arsehole was always welcome in the back of her throat.

"I shouldn't say, but she has a natural propensity for it. Combined with a few tricks." Was that a laugh from Miss Azad? Roisin couldn't believe it. "Turn around, slut."

Roisin turned around, presenting the fuzzy red contours of her mons pubis to the secretary. Miss Azad turned on the showerhead properly, and it doused Roisin. The secretary herself stood outside the low glass barrier. Roisin could see sweat on her face, and little rims of salt. Something clicked in her mind.

"Did you just work out, Miss Azad?"

The South Asian woman raised her eyebrows. "You are perceptive. But yes, that is correct." Her hair in that iron gray bun looked so severe, but Roisin could see it was a bit damp and frazzled. "I did not have time to bathe before I had to report to Domina."

"But you're wearing office clothes. Surely you didn't work out in those." Roisin whimpered as shaving cream was lathered onto her mons and the shaver began cutting its way through the ginger scrubland of her loins. She was leaking cunt juice into the hot shower water.

"Of course not. But I don't present myself outside these quarters without professional attire," Miss Azad said. "Raise your arms above your head." Roisin did as ordered, and Miss Azad squeezed out some soap and began rubbing it in between her pits, then over her chafed, exhausted nipples. Roisin closed her eyes, and ever so slightly spread her legs, invitingly presenting her womanhood to the secretary.

"I know what you're doing," Miss Azad said. Roisin opened her eyes and blinked innocently. "You are Domina's property. I will not partake of you without her permission."

"But you can surely shower with me," Roisin said, a sly smile crossing her lips. "After all, you're sweaty and the steam is ruining your clothes. And besides, as you said, the cameras are disabled.

#

Upstairs, Carmen, with her hand all the way up Jia's tight Asian pussy, snorted as she watched the camera feed. "My silly girls," she commented, as she sat her shapely arse down onto Jia's face. "Go on

rojita,

you're doing a fabulous job." She had never seen Miss Azad come this close to temptation, and was interested to see the whole scenario play out.

#

"Very well. I suppose it only makes sense." Miss Azad removed her glasses and placed them on the countertop. Her sharp, aquiline nose was quite striking without them, as were her green eyes, unusual for her ethnicity. She dried her hands and started unbuttoning her blouse. Roisin's nipples hardened, sending pain through her battered body. The blouse hit the ground, revealing a blue, stylish bra. There were some wrinkles and lines down her bosom and across her belly, but her abdomen was tight. She clearly kept up with her workouts.

Roisin stepped to the edge of the shower. "May I undress you, please?" She bowed her head. "I am the apprentice after all. I should do the labor."

Miss Azad sniffed. "Oh, all right, then. Kneel in front of the shower door and follow my instructions precisely." Roisin kneeled in front of the glass as Miss Azad popped it open. The hot shower water and mist kept her warm, and she tried to resist the urge to rub her legs together. "Take off my heels first."

Roisin put her wet fingers on the straps and popped the first heel off. Miss Azad's feet were still clad in pantyhose. Reaching for the other one, she fumbled around for a bit before she popped it off. "Good," Miss Azad said imperiously, cold green eyes staring down at Roisin, making her feel small and lustful. "Stand up."

Roisin stood and Miss Azad turned around. Her back had some spots and there were some remnant stretch marks visible around her waist, but her shoulder blades were sculpted and her hips were tight. The skirt fit her bum quite nicely and Roisin licked her lips, eager to see what lay behind. "Bra first," Miss Azad said, as though she'd read the girl's mind. "It's a hook in the back." Roisin reached out and disabled it with one smooth flick of her fingers. Miss Azad turned her head around briefly, an eyebrow raised. "Impressive." Still, she kept her hands over her breasts as she jutted her arse out towards Roisin. "Unzip the skirt."

The water was spraying out on the two of them as Roisin's trembling hands found the zip. Sliding it down, the soft fabric collapsed and fell down to Miss Azad's ankles. She stepped out of them neatly. Her pantyhose wrapped over a simple set of black panties that hugged her tight bum. It reminded Roisin of the skinny college girls. It was a bum meant for railing against a wall.

Miss Azad cleared her throat. "Stop drooling and take the panty hose down. Then the knickers." Roisin complied, faster this time, both garments pulled down to Miss Azad's ankles almost instantly. She stepped out of them smoothly, and Roisin got a proper look at her arse and was surprised to see that she too had tattoos. Two prints, one on each arsecheek. The left arse cheek had a tiger's head with an open jaw, and the right arse cheek had a tiger's paw.

"Any meaning behind these?" Roisin said.

Miss Azad turned around to face her. "That's for you to find out." A sudden nervousness touched her eyes as she reached back to untie her bun, letting thick gray locks cascade down to her shoulders. "What do you think?"

Her body was quite different from Carmen's. A little darker in skin color, marked by wrinkles and spots, the signs of age visible. Her breasts had a little sag and her nipples were pale and hard buds. Her abdomen was taut, down to the pelvis, with sharp hip bones perfect for gripping. Roisin found her hands settling upon them, and to her delight, Miss Azad did not pull away. The gray hair on her mons pubis had been trimmed down to a narrow, tight landing strip, with tattoos on each side. On the left side, a lock, and on the right, a key. Her cunt was wrinkled, labia bunched up at the bottom and her inner lips engorged and awaiting insertion. The clitoris was just barely visible, a small, dark speck in her pinkish brown folds.

She was

perfect.

"I fucking love it," Roisin said, dragging the older woman by the hips into the shower. Her fingers didn't hesitate, reaching down to slide inside the aged cunt. Miss Azad released a sharp breath as she pushed Roisin against the wall. With her foot, she shut the shower door. The steamy mist surrounded them as their tongues locked inside their mouths.

Within moments, Roisin and Miss Azad were grinding their cunts against each other's thighs as their tongues and teeth searched each other's faces desperately. "Miss Azad," Roisin moaned, "I want to eat your old cunny so bad. I want to taste your flavor."

Miss Azad clamped her sharp teeth upon Roisin's nipple, causing the girl to yelp, and then pushed her forcefully to her knees. "First you clean my arse, slut. Then you lick my pussy clean." Turning around, she bent over slightly and placed her hands on her muscled arsecheeks, spreading them.

Roisin came closer, wrapping her legs around Miss Azad's leg and humping her calf like a dog. She planted a kiss on her tiger head tattoo, and then the paw, before circling the older woman's rim with her tongue. Miss Azad was salty from her workout, but she was shaved clean inside her rim and taint, and a rich aroma emanated from those depths. Roisin's tongue wandered deeper, flicking like a snake as she tried to lick all the salty residue out. Miss Azad's arsehole would be clean enough to eat sugarcubes out of, courtesy of Roisin.

Her own cunt, however, pushed so far to the edge earlier, was ready to explode. "I'm close," she grunted into Miss Azad's backdoor.

The secretary replied back, through the rush of shower water. "Me too." Roisin placed her head against a pretty buttcheek, and felt the vibrations of the woman rubbing her pussy furiously. Grinning, she continued to lap through Miss Azad's filthy valley, grinding her cunt in rhythm upon the older woman's wrinkled calf.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Roisin squealed as her tortured cunt finally got its required release. Riding Miss Azad's leg through the cresting waves, the girl lost the ability to speak. Her face contorted, tongue still buried in Miss Azad's arse, she felt deep vibrations pulse through the woman's hips. Roisin held on for dear life as they both orgasmed, drenched in a mess of soapy water and cunt juice.

She collapsed against the glass wall of the shower. "That was amazing, Miss Azad... you're amazing."

Miss Azad reached down and pulled Roisin up by the shoulders, her tongue sliding around the girl's neck. "I want more. More, more, more."

Roisin blinked through the water coming down. "What about curfew?"

The older woman spread her legs. "To hell with curfew. Let's rut like wild animals."

#

"Naughty girls," Carmen grunted, leaning back on her pillows as the slave girl rode her fist at a steady rhythmic pace. Jia's moans came in quick pulses, breathy little things that lingered in the air like autumn leaves. Her hands gripped the headboard of Carmens bed and her little titties kept brushing the Domme's lips. Carmen took one of the pretty dark things into her mouth and sucked, curling her fingers inside the slut's cunt. She squirted out a little cunt juice onto the sheets. "You'll clean that later," Carmen said, her eyes still fixed on the television and camera feed.

"Yes, Domina," Jia said, continuing to dutifully hump Carmen's fist.

#

After living in her cramped quarters for so long now, Roisin considered Miss Azad's bedroom to be a luxury establishment. A queen bed lay at one end, with a walk-in closet at the other side. At the end was a window that looked out on the village that wrapped around the backside of the mansion, little glittering lights in the night.

But nothing compared to the woman who stood before the window, draped in a towel, her hair still damp. "Are you sure about this, Miss Azad?" Roisin said, stepping up close to the woman, wrapped in a towel of her own.

Miss Azad, her gray hair loose and stripped of her business woman's trappings, looked out the window. Then she looked back at Roisin. And then she laughed. Roisin could never have imagined the expression crossing this severe woman's face, but there it was.

"You silly girl. We've already gone too far. Now, take off that towel."

Roisin needed no further encouragement. They were breaking the rules, disobeying their mistress, but that only made her cunt want it more. She dropped her towel and lay face down on the bed. Hands to her arsecheeks, she pulled them apart. Turning her head, she grinned at the older woman. "Your turn."

Miss Azad dropped her towel. Her wizened body glimmered in the starlight through the window, and she approached. Roisin lowered her face to the bed and moaned as a tongue began to make its way across the globes of her arse. Like a massager with a one track mind, it slid its way into her cleft and Roisin began to moan as she probed. Her style was different from Carmen's, luxuriating and aggressive in turn, her tongue used as a weapon on the upstroke and a salve on the downstroke.

"You have a beautiful arsehole," Miss Azad commented, in between licks. "A classical beckoning hole, dark against your pale skin." Roisin groaned, enjoying the attention and reaching her hands back to fix her fingers in Miss Azad's hair, pushing her deeper in. A finger entered her cunt, curling in that expert way, and Roisin felt another orgasm coming.

"Oh... I'm going to... again." Roisin gasped as Miss Azad's tongue flicked inside her ring, her abused arsehole giving way and letting that powerful muscle turn her into jelly. Squirming under the aged beauty's ministrations, she felt her second orgasm of the night overtake her. It exploded inside her arsehole this time, spreading down to her cunt and squirting over the secretary's face. "Miss Azad," Roisin whispered, reaching down to pull the woman up further along the bed. "Lie beside me. Let me taste you."

Miss Azad crawled up and lay alongside the redhead, taking the position of small spoon. They kissed again, and Roisin slowly climbed her way on top of the South Asian beauty. "I want to find your music, and play you like a symphony." That was what Carmen had been trying to teach her, and she felt she was close.

Miss Azad stretched herself out, blinking her eyes coquettishly. "My body is yours to enjoy."

Roisin started with the lips. They were thick and full, unchanged by age, and then she licked and sucked her way to the neck and shoulders. Here there were folds, and she tried to feel Miss Azad's age, and how it seasoned her. How it made her who she was. She pressed her own cunt into the other woman's thigh, and she felt her hips move underneath him. A little offbeat, staccato. She tried to match it with her kisses, and was rewarded with a soft groan. Roisin descended. Her tongue snaked its way to the left breast.

She used it to feel out the wrinkles and sag lines. There was age here, and she brought her teeth down to nip in, to feel and absorb that experience. "Ungh," Miss Azad responded, and in the melody of her moans, Roisin could feel the other lovers who had licked and bit and tugged at these breasts. They were embedded in her, and Roisin honored the lovers this aged woman had taken with each ministration of her tongue. She pulled the hard knotted nub into her mouth. It was sweet, scented with the freshness of youth. This breast had fed a child. She pulled away with a quick flick of her tongue, teasing, playful. Her knee rested in between Miss Azad's loins, and was rewarded with a little wetness.

Her left hand resting on the left breast, she moved her mouth's attention to the right breast. Her bosom was supple and comfortable, motherly and sensual all at once. She sucked at it, all the while moving her right hand down between Miss Azad's legs. The wrinkled cunt fit nicely in her hand, cupped fully and hot, and she gave it a squeeze. Her hips and moans gave the appropriate response and now Roisin was ready to hunt.

Down she went, her tongue exploring while her left hand kept the beautiful breasts occupied, tugging and teasing and now she was at the mons pubis. A hint of Miss Azad floated into her nostrils. It was hot, scalding her senses in a sharp way, as opposed to the feral, overpowering musk of Carmen, or the sweet pureness of Jia.

Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two tattoos. A key on the right and a lock on the left. She flicked her tongue on the right side of the mons, briefly flicking over the hairs. The secretary quivered. Roisin tried left. Her lover stiffened. A key... and a lock. It clicked open in her mind.

Roisin dragged her tongue down the right side of Miss Azad's labia, and went across the slit, then back up again on the left back to the lock tattoo. The rhythm and melody entered sync. In Roisin's mind, sitar strings and the rhythmic thump of Indic drums began. This was the music of a woman. Clockwise around the cunt, her tongue began to swirl, and Miss Azad blossomed. Her wrinkled cunt expanded, revealing the seasoned treasures within.

The secretary's flavor flooded Roisin's mouth. Cardamom and cane sugar, spices from distant lands, all seasoned in a rum cask set aside for thirty years. This was a rich, delicious pussy, and its texture only added to the flavor. It was leathery and yet soft, melting in her mouth when she suckled and bit at the labia. Roisin increased the pace and tapped Miss Azad's lower legs to request her to raise them up. The woman complied without hesitation or questioning, so in sync were the two sapphic sluts.

Roisin slid her fingers inside Miss Azad's flooding cunt, matching the heartbeat of her cunt. With her tongue, she slid down to the rim. The tiger's jaw made perfect sense now and she clamped her teeth down on that arse cheek. Miss Azad shrieked, her voice growing hoarse as Roisin continued pummeling her pussy with her fingers. Two were inside, a thumb stroking her clit in counterpoint with her body's rhythm. With her other hand, she smacked the tiger's paw and now they were off to the races.

"I'm on the edge," Miss Azad howled, a beast trammeled.

One finger up her arse, matching its pulse. Two fingers in the cunt, in sync with its heartbeat. Her tongue rolling from lock to key around the labia and then back to the hard, hard nub, counterpoint to the rhythm of Miss Azad's body.

Then the coup de grace - she pulled that hard, concealed nub out from those leathery folds, attuned to the melody of her moans. The perfect sexual symphony, performed on the cunny of a perfectly aged and seasoned woman. Her floodgates opened, her thighs clasped around the redhead's skull.