The Enchanting Fiona; The Escort [America]

200 Years After The Collapse, Within The Metropolis Of DC…

With a click the front door of the sprawling estate opens, swinging wide and giving way to the foyer of the main house, with flows of marble. pillars of white, carved stone and decorated with portraits composed of swirling, nonsensical colors, the property speaks to the luxury its occupant lives in.

Heels click off of polished floors, echoing down the expansive corridors of the mansion as Fiona steps inside, hands held behind her back as she waits.

A new set of footsteps are heard, venturing closer and closer to the main lobby where Fiona waits, a face appearing over the banister overlooking the lobby straight ahead, a well-kept man, sporting salt and pepper hair and dressed in a well fitted suit, despite his regal visage, they both know that the true proprietor awaits deeper within the winding halls of the estate.

“Mistress Washington will see you now, follow me.” He says, her voice stoic, a certainly level of distain in his face as he looks upon the harlot haunting the lobby.

With a quick flurry of activity, Fiona heads up the stairs following behind the older gentleman as he leads her down the second floor corridors, along the way passing by glamorous rooms and fine art before finally stopping before a door at the end of this hall.

“Once your business is concluded with Mistress Washington, you are to return to the lobby where your payment will be waiting, as I’m sure you know, discretion is sacrosanct, understood?”

“Yes sir, I understand” reply’s Fiona, prompting the man to give a curt nod of his head before heading back down the corridor, leaving Fiona to begin her work.

Gently turning the handle the door opens with a soft creak, announcing her arrival as the master bedroom is revealed.

The room is warm, paintings of former members of house Washington line the walls, holding a silent vigil over the proceedings, the furniture is dark wood and plush leather, in the southeast corner rests a small lounge area with a few couches and a coffee table cordoned off by several partition walls, along the western wall is a large, luxurious bed, large enough to fit 5 people comfortably.

And finally in the north wall there rests a fireplace, host to a crackling flame. Set around it are a few high back leather chairs and the hide of a large bear used as a carpet.

Sitting in one of those chairs rests Christina Washington, Matriarch of House Washington, a stately woman; her long hair having long ago turned grey with age and stress but despite her age, she’s maintained her beauty wonderfully.

She’s a curvaceous woman, her face adorned with the finest makeup The Great Houses can buy and the occasional beauty mark, crows feet and faint laugh lines, painting the picture of a mature beauty, a rose in full bloom, a finely aged wine.

She pulls her gaze from the flames with a faint smile, eyeing Fiona with a critical eye, like a farmer estimating the value of livestock which isn’t far off, she had after all, bought Fiona’s company for the evening.

Christina Washington has dressed for the occasion, wearing a lacy black nighty that does very little work to conceal her body, large E cup breasts create an impressive expanse of creamy white cleavage.

Her wide hips don’t allow the nighty to cover them and what rests between her thighs being concealed only by a pair of black lacy panties. Aside from that, she wears nothing at all.

“Mmm… positively ravishing, my dear; it seems that Madame Franklin was quite right… money well spent~”

Fiona had been a highly sought after among the upstanding members of The Great Houses, prized for her ability to mold herself into whatever shape her clients desire, quite literally.

“I was told that you had the ability to… adapt to even the most demanding clients.. is that true..?” Asks Christina as she rises from her seat, hands folded behind her back as she approaches, eyes narrowed.

Fiona closes her eyes, focusing internally as she forces her body to change, imagining what it could be and willing the material to match the mental.

What before was an attractive but ordinary woman shifts, she grows taller, her chest and hips expand as her waist shrinks and her face shifts around, cheek bones becoming higher and ever so slightly more pronounced and her lips growing to be larger, fuller.

What stands before Mistress Washington now is a vastly more curvaceous and womanly figure, the kind most would drool over but while Christina seems impressed by the feat of biological remolding, she seems less then impressed by the ultimate form it resulted in.

“Most impressive… though… I had been hoping for something more… fun-sized… shall we say..~?” She says her lips curling into a small grin.

There had been rumors that the matriarch of House Washington liked to play Mommy with her prospective lovers though it always seemed like slander to Fiona, but to see her now, there is a certain level of maternal energy radiating off of the older woman.

“Of course ma’m, my mistake..~” replies Fiona, refocusing her attention inwards, taking a turn in the opposite directly, shrinking everything, 5’2” with small perky chest, with hips, thighs and ass being large only in comparison to the rest of her petite frame.

When she opens her eyes, Christina chews her bottom lip as she stares at the small thing before her.

“Awww… poor dear…~ you look like you got caught trying on Mommy’s clothes~” she says, amusement, lust and affection present in her voice as she steps forward, taking in Fiona’s small body, her smaller frame no longer fitting her original clothing.

“Mmm… let’s get you out of those sweetie, ok~?” She says, slowly kneeling down to reach eye level with the shortstack escort.

“Y.. yes Mommy…~” replies Fion, playing into the clear fantasy that Christina seems to have, allowing the older woman’s hands to roam her petite body, pulling the dress Fiona had been wearing off her frame, leaving her in a bra that’s too big and panties that thankfully still hug her hips in this form.

The bra and panties soon follow afterwards, Christina’s hands pull them away leaving Fiona’s small body bare, prompting Christina to take a deep inhale, her eyes widening for a moment as her eyes scan every pore and curve that Fiona has to offer.

“Oh Babygirl… you’re so beautiful…~ mmm I bet all the boys are chasing you around, hmm…~?” She says, arousal thick in the husk of her voice.

“Mmm.. no Mommy…~ I only have eyes for you…~” says Fiona, seemingly striking a major cord with Christina as a faint blush rises in her cheeks, her hands suddenly becoming more ravenous as her fingers grip Fiona’s ass, fingers sinking into the plump flesh as Fiona is pulled into a deep embrace, prompting her to wrap her arms around Christina’s neck.

“Ooooh Babygirl…~ Mommy is gonna spoil you tonight…~ you’re gonna feel so good…~” she whispers before scooping up Fiona, holding her by her ass as she is carried to bed, laid back across the covers as Christina stares down at her with a predatory look in her eyes.

Slowly, Fiona’s legs are parted, her thighs held in Christina’s hands, exposing her pussy, the lips tucked inwards giving the impression of a dainty flower, something that seems to resonate with the matron of House Washington as she gives a small hum of approval before leaning in.

She wastes very little time as she kisses around the small mound before finding her mark, her tongue sliding in along the small channel, her tongue rolling along Fiona’s opening with practiced ease, coaxing small moans from Fiona’s lips; only serving to encourage her as she redoubles her efforts.

It’s clear she is taking her time now, each time Fiona feels the rising tide of an approaching orgasm Christina’s tongue swiftly retreats, time and time again this happens before finally Fiona gets the message.

“Mmm… p.. pleeeeease Mommy…~ I can’t take much more…~ please let me cuuuum..~” Whines Fiona, channeling all the energy of a needy, attention-starved bottom, playing on each of Christina’s apparent fixations.

Cristina’s eyes stare up into Fiona’s, a mix of affection and predatory hunger, like a lioness watching as a gazelle strays a little too far from the herd.

There’s a brief moment where the two simply stare at each other, a quiet moment of calm in the eye of the storm before the pleasure comes back with a vengeance.

Her tongue laps at Fiona’s folds, each time her tongue reaches the top of the opening she takes a moment to suckle on her clit for just long enough to send a bolt of lightening through Fiona’s tiny frame, making her toes curl and her fingers dig into the sheets, gripping them with all she has as her orgasm rapidly approaches.

The pressure doesn’t cease this time, a knot forms in Fiona’s stomach and the knot with each second, with each ministration of Christina’s tongue loosens that knot more and more until finally it unravels in full.

Fion arches her back, muscles loosening and tightening again and again in rapid succession as her orgasm crashes upon her like a tsunami, washing away all thought as all she has to cling to is the only thing she could think to say.

“Ahhhh..!! Mommyyyyyyyy~!!!!” She cries, her orgasm swiftly turning her to jelly as the intense pleasure slowly recedes from her core down her limbs and ultimately vacating her body leaving her a puddle laid out across Christina Washington’s bed.

Ever in control, Christina sits up, a satisfied smirk on her face as she gently wipes away Fiona’s juices from her mouth, slowly rising from her knees and looming over her prey.

“Mmm… a fine treat Babygirl…~ but Mommy needs some attention too doesn’t she…?” She asks, the implication clear as she gently pulls the nighty from her shoulders, letting her large squishy chest fall free from their confinement.

“Mmm… y.. yes mommy…. P.. pwease may I have a snack…~?” Asks Fiona between deep breaths, still limp from her orgasm as the older woman pulls down her panties, bending at the waist, her heavy chest obscuring view of what rests rests beneath her panties before she rises back to her full height, finding a plump, drooling pussy resting between her thighs, a small field of soft grey hair above the lips.

“Hm… is Babygirl too tired..~? Here… let mommy feed you..” she says, her voice just barely above a whisper as she crawls onto the bed, her body hanging over Fiona’s before she crawls further and further until Cristina’s knees rest on either side of Fiona’s head, straight above her face is the older woman’s entrance, drooling quietly.

“Are you ready Babygirl~?” Fiona need not answer, not long after the question is asked she begins to lower her hips, soon sitting down on Fiona’s face, giving a relieved sigh as she feels Fiona’s tongue diligently lapping at her cunt.

“Oooooooh yeeeeesss… gooooood giiiiirl..~” she purrs, her hips rocking back and forth, grinding her cunt along Fiona’s tongue as she laps and slurps at all within reach.

Fiona long ago discovered that she has quite the talent for pussy eating, something Christina is rapidly discovering as Fiona rolls her tongue along her folds, every so often flicking against the small bundle of nerves pressing against her bottom lip.

It’s not long before Fiona senses the first quivering pulse in Christina’s muscles, the first signs of the unraveling, rapidly approaching as her moans grow louder and more shrill.

Fiona feels hands on her again, manicured but strong hands gripping her thighs, fingers sinking into flesh as Christina’s gyrations speed up, moans reaching a fever pitch as Christina arches her back, a pulse running through her pussy as a small flow of her essence splashes against Fiona’s face, a sign of her success this evening.

Fiona takes care to lap at her with lowered intensity, slowly helping Christina to ride out her orgasm before eventually she pulls away, crawling to the head of the bed, looking to Fiona and patting the spot next to her expectantly.

Fiona is still hers for the rest of the evening, whether that means nonstop sex or an evening in each others arms, she must oblige.

She crawls up into the crook of Christina’s arm, nuzzling into her side as she pulls her in close. “Mmm… you were incredible Babygirl… you were such a good girl~” she mumbles with a contented sigh.

“O… only the best for you Mommy…~” whispers Fiona, eyes fluttering closed, settling in for an early nights rest.

“Mmmm hehe… good girl..~”