Second Tea Party

[ Author's note - Here we skip ahead a little bit. ]

"Who knew sex would be so much work," said Sarah. "It's almost like a second job."

Emily laughed. "Kate is remarkably detailed, isn't she? So many situations and phrases! But you know what? Her whole thing is pretty hot. Like, it's still ridiculous, but at the same time so degrading, you know?"

"What else do I need to know?" asked Carrie, closing Kate's small manual. The three of them were studying together, to make sure they knew what to do at the next tea party.

"The rest of them are pretty easy," said Emily. "Sherry is the easiest. Liz likes to be cruel sometimes. If you get Sasha, she will basically just want to whip you like crazy. But those three just want you to be you, normally. And by 'you', of course I mean a nasty slut!"

Carrie smiled. She liked Emily's outbursts.

"I wonder who I'll get," she said.

The tea party, as always, was on a Friday. Carrie and Sarah carpooled, something that Emily thought was endlessly hilarious, even after Sarah explained that it was an essential part of their cover story, to get Carrie away without her husband suspecting.

They took off their clothes and placed them in the bins. Carrie felt embarrassed to be naked around these younger, sexier women, but Sarah said, "Anyway isn't the embarrassment part of the thrill?" and Carrie didn't really have an answer to that.

They lined up with the other women, and Emily came in.

"Hi, sluts!" she said. "I hope you're feeling super nasty! Now, you might have heard that I was going to be in a chair today -- but, nope, I am back in my old role. That's another chance for you though!"

"Now, let's get down to it. Sarah, Carrie, as newbies, of course you're going to be in. Debbie, Ellie -- special requests! Guess what, ladies? The rest of you are waitresses -- easy peasy!"

Debbie groaned, "Kate again?"

"No spoilers this time, slut!" said Emily. "Now let's get a move on." She led them through the halls and into the dining room. Once there, she assigned them to chairs and strapped them all in. "You girls know the drill," she said. "Well, except you, Carrie. Good luck! And remember about the piss!"

Emily went to the back again and donned her costume. It wasn't fair -- she had to wear this ridiculous maid's outfit, but the ladies got different costumes each time. She had to admit, though, she thought it made her tits look pretty good.

Miss Liz, Miss Sherry, and Miss Sasha had already arrived and were waiting, half-naked, in the sitting room. Emily stood by the front door. Everyone was awaiting Kate's arrival.

Finally, Emily heard a car pull up. She opened the door, and there stood Kate. She was dressed in a tuxedo, with a top hat, a white-tipped cane, and spats. And, of course, no pants or underwear.

Emily curtsied and noticed that Kate had freshly shaved her pussy for the occasion. Emily too liked to sport a clean pussy.

She took Kate to the sitting room, and it was finally time for the seating.

Emily said, "You are first, Miss Kate." She lifted the napkin from the seat of the chair, revealing Sarah's face. Sarah had suspected this would be her pairing, so she'd made sure to study Kate's needs carefully.

"I'd like to introduce your chair," Emily said. "This is Professor Sarah Osbourne. She's a full professor at the University and on the short list to be head of her department. Though of course, today she is your seat."

Kate looked down at her. "I am pleased to meet you, Sarah" she said formally.

Sarah looked up into Kate's eyes. She tried to relax her face. "Miss Kate, we have actually met once before! I can understand if you do not recall our meeting, though, as it was somewhat unusual. I was the urinal at the last tea party!"

Kate laughed. "Yes, I don't often look too closely at the plumbing! But, hmm, you do look slightly familiar, now that you mention it, at least if I imagine you with a mouthful of urine. I recall that you performed very well then, Sarah."

"Thank you Miss Kate! I rather enjoyed your visits with me then," exclaimed Sarah. She tried to channel some enthusiasm, the way she saw Emily do. "Miss Kate, if I may... the other girls have spoken so often and so lovingly of your asshole, about how beautiful she is... if it is not too much trouble, I wonder if I might be introduced to her?"

"Certainly, my dear," said Kate. "It is really no trouble at all. I feel that, for a woman in your position, it's important to make social connections with one's betters, as one never knows when one may benefit from some acquaintance or another."

Kate turned and lowered her ass toward Sarah's face. As she bent, her cheeks naturally spread apart, revealing the bud of her asshole. As she had been taught, Sarah stared directly at Kate's asshole as it approached her face.

"Oh, Miss Kate's asshole!" she said in a loud, clear voice. She was sure all the other ladies must be able to hear her at this volume. At least, she hoped so, as this was required.

"It is so delightful to finally meet! I have heard so much about you!" Here she paused momentarily as if, absurdly, Kate's ass might respond. "Where I am from, upon first meeting we normally share a 'nose kiss'. Do you know the tradition? It's so simple, we just rub our noses together! Would you mind very much?"

Kate lowered her asshole closer to Sarah's face, and then rubbed it obscenely across Sarah's nose. Sarah could smell Kate's soap. 'Thank goodness she's clean,' thought Sarah. The alternative disgusted her. Sarah pushed the tip of her nose gently against the bud, which gave way slightly.

Kate raised up again and Sarah continued. "Doesn't it tickle! Miss Kate's asshole, you are so very lovely, I feel quite swept away! I hope you may understand... that is, I hope this is not too presumptuous, but although we have just met, I adore you intensely, as though we were meant to be together! I wish to kiss you! Can you forgive me? I wish to kiss you most passionately!"

After this short speech, Kate lowered herself once again. As Kate's asshole moved toward her face, Sarah opened her mouth. She breathed out, hoping Kate might feel her breath upon her ass. Then, as Kate's asshole touched her lips, she made a show of giving it an opened-mouthed kiss, pushing out her tongue and sliding it into Kate's waiting ass. Kate continued lowering her ass until her cheeks rested on either side of Sarah's face. Due to the cushion, this was not uncomfortable. Sarah **** her tongue to remain firm, and pushed strongly against Kate's sphincter. Then she swirled it around, rimming Kate's asshole thoroughly.

She heard a slight sigh from Kate, and Kate gently tapped Sarah's pussy with her cane. Kate said softly, "Please do try to penetrate, my dear." Sarah thrust her tongue harder against Kate's sphincter, as Kate relaxed on her face. Her tongue slipped in slightly, and Kate's asshole pulsed around the tip. Kate sighed more deeply then and leaned back fully into the chair.

Emily moved to the next chair. "Miss Sherry, if you please," she said. She lifted the napkin to reveal Carrie's face. "Miss Sherry, I am very happy to say that you have a triple surprise waiting for you. This chair is named Carrie Portman. Her name may be familiar to you, because she is the wife of Robert Portman, of Portman and Jones. That is your law firm's biggest rival, is it not?"

Sherry gave a little clap. "Oh, how incredible, Emily!"

Emily went on. "Also, Carrie happens to be the next-door neighbor and best friend of Sarah."

Sherry could scarcely contain herself. "Neighbors and now chairs together! I may faint! But you say there's still a third surprise?"

"Indeed, ma'am", said Emily. "Carrie here is in for a world of firsts today. Her only lesbian experience was making out with a friend back when she was in University. She has never had the pleasure of rimming anyone. Nor has she even had the slightest taste of urine. We did, of course, explain all the finer details of these tasks to her, but I am afraid, ma'am, that the final polishing will be up to you. We thought you might rather enjoy molding a new chair to your specifications."

Sherry clapped. "All this, for me! Oh Emily!" She leaned over and gave Emily a hug. "I... I could cry," she said. "I am so moved!"

She looked down at Carrie. "I am not normally one to provide any punishment, but I think one must be careful to correctly break in a new chair. Emily, would you be a dear and fetch me a riding crop? I suspect I will be needing to apply some corrections."

While Emily went to the equipment cart to fulfill this request, Sherry stepped up onto the platform, and turned so that her backside faced Carrie. "I think Carrie can have one new experience immediately!" she said. She slowly and deliberately sat down onto Carrie's face, then wiggled her bottom around until she was satisfied with the placement. "Oh, that is quite nice already!" she exclaimed.

Emily handed the riding crop to Sherry, who immediately brought it down with a loud "smack!" on Carrie's nipple. There was a faint cry from Carrie. "No tongue until I tell you!" said Sherry sternly. "Girls these days!"

Next came Sasha. Emily lifted the napkin, revealing Debbie. Debbie looked a little afraid -- she had been expecting to be given to Kate who, although quite demanding, was not as nakedly sadistic as Sasha.

"Please turn the chair around, Emily," said Sasha. "I will need some relief shortly." Then she turned to Debbie. "My dear Debbie. Last time, I was entranced by your beautiful breasts, and I resolved then to leave you with a few stripes."

Sasha then picked up a remote, and turned up the setting on Debbie's vibrator. Debbie responded immediately to the pleasure being given by the small device. Next, Sasha picked up a small leather whip, and applied it strongly across Debbie's breasts several times. Torn between the pleasure coming from her pussy and the pain from her tits, Debbie screamed and thrashed helplessly in the chair.

No one else seemed concerned at all. Liz looked perhaps a bit impatient, while Kate watched with an eager smile.

After a minute, Sasha was done. She set the whip down and, breathing heavily, climbed into the chair. Her pussy was wet and she rubbed it down Debbie's face as she sat, finally settling her clit just above Debbie's mouth. "Lick," she commanded.

Finally it was Miss Liz's turn to be seated. The napkin was lifted to reveal Ellie -- no surprise to Miss Liz in this case, not just because she had requested Ellie, but also because Ellie was the only Black woman on staff, and her body was in full display. However, the napkins served a dual role, so that the chairs could not be sure of who would be using them.

Ellie looked up at her. "Welcome, Miss Liz. How may I serve you today?"

Liz turned to Emily. "Please turn the chair, Emily." Then she turned back to Ellie. "I have had quite too much water this morning," she said, "and I am **** for a pee."

Elli continue to look at her as Emily spun the chair. "Might I suggest pissing in my mouth, ma'am? I would be honored to serve as your urinal today." Then she opened her mouth wide.

Liz walked close and bent down toward Ellie's face. Pulling her hair back, she carefully spat directly into Ellie's open mouth. Then she stood and said, "Swallow," which Ellie dutifully did. After this, Ellie opened her mouth again, Liz sat down upon it.

Everyone could hear her piss as it came out and splashed into the young Black woman's mouth. Soon, Liz stopped, scooted back a little, and looked down at Ellie. Her mouth was wide open, her lips ringing a pool of urine, through which her tongue could clearly be seen. Emily waited a moment, then said, "Flush."

Ellie gulped down the piss, then Liz began again. This process repeated a few times, and then Liz relaxed fully onto Ellie's face. "Just lick very gently, my dear," she said. "And be sure to clean up whatever is left."

Emily began to serve tea. "I see you have your urinal set to manual," observed Sasha.

"Yes," smiled Liz. "I like the idea that I control how long her mouth remains full. I feel it lets her know her proper place." She looked down at Ellie and patted her patronizingly on her head.

"I see what you mean," replied Sasha. "I prefer automatic, though, as it lets me relax and not worry about stopping the flow. My toilet here knows she'll be severely punished if there are any spills."

The ladies had some tea and ate some small cakes. Emily came around with champagne.

"Sasha, I must congratulate you on your idea to have the chairs serve as urinals," said Sherry. "I'm quite anticipating using mine, it seems quite relaxing and convenient." Here she reached back and patted the side of Carrie's face. After a moment's thought, she then said, more quietly, "Please use your tongue now, my dear."

"Thank you," replied Sasha, "But the credit really must go to Liz. After all, she found our first urinal -- the inspiration, really. By the way, Liz, you never did tell us the story of how you came to find her."

Liz smiled conspiratorially and leaned forward, pressing her pussy more strongly into Ellie's face. "It's quite scandalous," she said, "and rather crude. I know you are aware that Sarah is quite an eager cocksucker at her job, and that she has a seemingly endless appetite for semen. This came to the attention of the Board of Regents, and she was invited to attend one of our meetings to serve that way. Then..."

Here she laughed a little. "Then the other regents used her as a urinal at the meeting! In exchange for an award!"

"So she's literally a piss-drinking whore?" asked Kate.

"Such language!" replied Liz sharply. "Though I cannot say you are wrong. But can you imagine her, under that table, carefully sipping from their penises?" She laughed again.

"I wonder whether her husband knows," said Sasha. "I'm very entertained by the idea of him using her this way, you know."

"What would entertain me," said Kate, "would be to see the two neighbors use each other this way. Wouldn't that be so funny! And also beautiful!"

Sherry wiggled her ass on Carrie's face. "That is an excellent idea, Kate," she said. "Though I would add that I would love to see these two kissing each other -- on the ass. Making out with each other that way would be both sexy and degrading, don't you think?"

Kate laughed. "Oh yes! That would be very amusing." Her she affected a thoughtful look. "You know, Sarah has her tongue quite deep in my ass at the moment. She's very motivated and very eager. So accomplished... when I think of all the things she is willing to do, I feel she's very close to the ideal of a full-service slut. Perhaps all she requires is a bit of ass-to-mouth training."

Emily cleared away some empty plates and brought out more cookies. Then she walked around the table, refilling the champagne and tea.

"What I would truly enjoy," announced Sasha, "would be to whip Emily's lovely breasts. I have wanted that for so long now. And, now ... to think that she might also serve as a urinal. We missed an opportunity not having her as a chair today!"

Liz smiled. "Yes, though I fear we would all fight over her, which would be unseemly. I am not sure how to handle that. Emily, my dear, how do you think we should resolve this conflict?"

Emily is clearly taken aback by the question. She's been listening, of course, but thinking that this was just the idle talk of the cotillion, who like to fantasize about dominating other women. "I'm sure I don't know, ma'am," she replies carefully.

"Well, I'm sure we can think of something," said Sherry. Then she stood. "Emily, please spin my chair if you would. I have had rather too much tea."

Emily came to spin the chair around, and then Sherry climbed back on. "Open, please," she said.

Carrie hesitated briefly and Sherry immediately smacked her on the pussy with her riding crop. "You must obey promptly," she said.

Carrie opened her mouth widely, and Sherry carefully lowered her pussy directly onto Carrie's mouth. "Please swallows as it comes," she said. Then Sherry began to piss.

Carrie had never done this before and nearly gagged as the acrid fluid filled her mouth. At the same time, this was the humiliation she craved, and she was torn between the self-disgust at drinking Sherry's urine and the pleasure at doing something so degraded.

Kate was watching closely and then stood as well. "Emily, I also feel the need," she said. Emily came and spun her chair around, and Kate clambered aboard.

"Miss Kate," exclaimed Sarah. "I so enjoyed drinking from you last time -- I have been eagerly looking forward to this moment!"

Kate paused. "Have you? Tell me about it."

Sarah looked at her. "Miss Kate, at work some days, I imagine that you must go, and rather than walking all the way downstairs to the restroom, you simply stop by my office. There, you simply announce your need, and I rush to perform this service for you. Afterwards, you let me make my acquaintance with your beautiful asshole once again!"

Kate laughed. "That sounds very convenient and enjoyable. Perhaps I will bring Natalie by to try you out as well." Then she lowered onto Sarah's mouth, the better to relieve herself.