Flower Power
Part Two
The first flower had died within a couple of days, but I had decided to freeze the other, so it provided me with what I needed for another couple of days. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d fucked myself smelling each of them. Fingers, dildo, vibrator, even a banana I had inside me down there at one time, and must have come dozens of times. I missed the tea, though. I really liked that, but I’d come to have some doubts about how drawn I’d become towards Auntie. It just felt so strange, wrong even. But when the second flower wilted, then disintegrated, I tried. I tried not to want to go back there. But by the weekend I just couldn’t not get in a cab to make my way there again. I still hadn’t heard from Bobbi, and had started to ignore more calls from Lance. When the cab finally stopped at Auntie’s I threw a fifty at the driver and jumped out of the cab. I virtually ran to the front door. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I didn’t know how long I’d waited before banging at the door with my fist. Eventually it opened, and it was Bobbi! “Bobbi! What?” I screamed excitedly. “Come in, Sienna,” she said, smiling at me. I stepped in. She closed the door as I waited beside her, and then she moved off with me following. I was shocked at not only seeing her there, but by what she was wearing. A really inappropriate, almost ‘tarty’ example of a maid uniform. The skirt was so short, exposing stocking tops and partial butt cheeks. And her ample chest was almost bursting out of the tight blouse. ‘What is going on’ I thought to myself as I followed her into a room I hadn’t been in before. Much bigger than the tearoom it was. I glanced around looking for some flowers. There were none. There was no-one else in there. Bobbi turned towards me. “Auntie will be in in a moment. Would you like some tea?” She asked. “Yes, please, Bobbi. Thank you. Why are you?” I started saying, but she turned and began walking away before I finished. I stared at her ass as she reached the door, wondering whether she was actually wearing panties, as it was difficult to make out. I just stood there then, in the middle of the room, waiting.
I paced around a little. One minute. Two minutes, maybe. I couldn’t tell. Then she walked into the room. “Auntie!” I cried out as I moved towards her. I wanted to put my arms around her, but her body language said ‘no’. “You look a little distressed, my dear. Sit with me,” she said, gesturing towards the settee. I sat as she sat. “What is the problem, Sienna?” She asked. “I’m just. I’m just. I don’t know, Auntie, but I’m feeling so strange. So drawn to here. Do you have any of those flowers?” I asked. “Sit. On the floor beside me. And let’s see if we can make things a little clearer,” she said. I went down on my knees on the floor, right beside her. “Bobbi,” I said, intending to say more, but she just put her finger to my lips and said “Bobbi’s fine, my dear. Don’t you go worrying that pretty little head of yours about Bobbi.” As I smelt her finger, I was immediately drawn to it. As it pulled away, my lips followed it a few inches. “But,” I responded, looking to say more, but the look she gave me cut me dead. “Now I know this will come as a surprise to you, but Bobbi is very happy here now. You will be too. Soon,” she said, and I wanted to ask what she meant when she pulled at her skirt a little, to enable her to spread her legs slightly. Whilst I stared at her thighs parting, I could still see that she was staring at me. Her legs parted a little more. Then I saw it. That mound between the top of her legs, showing carefully shaved tufts of silver hair. The lips were still closed until she slid a finger between them, then pushed it inside. I started to smell her. As she pulled the finger out, I could smell more. I felt drawn to it. I wanted to lean forward towards it, but stopped myself. I had never been this close to a woman down there like this before. But the musky smell, I so wanted to breathe it in. She then put the finger to my nostrils, closer to them now than the one put to my lips that drew me to it. I thought it may have been the same finger, but not certain. I felt a sense of arousal like never before. My nose followed her finger as she pulled it away. I leant back. She then put it to the top of that slit between her legs, and tapped there. “Would you like to taste?” She asked. I knew what she wanted. I didn’t respond, I just leaned further in. As my cheek brush a thigh I breathed in. The smell, so arousing, it was beginning to hurt. I so wanted to taste it then. I moved slightly closer and she put her hand on my head stopping me. “Would you like to taste it, my dear?” She asked again. As I continued to stare at it, I said “Please. Yes, please.” She removed her hand from my head. I reached it, pushed my tongue between the lips and licked. Then again. And again. I found the clit with my tongue, and focussed on that for a few seconds. Licking it, sucking it, I thought I was in heaven, such was the need in me to taste it. I was certain she was expressing pleasure at what I was doing for her. The only just discernible moans gave that away. The smell, the taste, was just sending me. I began to ache between my own legs. At one point I put a finger on my own clit and rubbed through the panties. I could feel that they were already sodden, such was the intense arousal I was feeling. I lost all sense of time as I licked, sucked, and now fingered and rubbed down there between her legs. Then she came. I knew she had when the slightest of squirts entered my open mouth. I swallowed, expecting more, but there wasn’t. I started licking again, but she said “Enough, my dear,” and so I pulled away. “How did it feel, pleasing me?” She asked. I didn’t immediately know what words to use. I settled for “It was good, Auntie. It made me feel so good.” “You’ll do that for me whenever I ask, won’t you?” “Yes. Yes, of course, Auntie.” I said, because I would do it whenever she asked. “Let’s go and find Bobbi,” she said, and all I wanted to do right then, if I couldn’t smell and taste her again, was somehow fuck myself. The ache between my legs was almost unbearable, but I stood up as she did, and I followed her out of the room, along to the stairs, and started climbing them behind her. I couldn’t help but focus on the movement of her ass, and for one brief moment, imagined what it would feel like, running my tongue up the crack between the cheeks there. I was certain that it would please her if I did. I couldn’t understand why I felt that way, but I did. We reached the top, and I followed her into a room.
I was taken momentarily by surprise, thinking I was in a hospital ICU ward. There were a number of medical machines close to a bed, upon which lay a man, an elderly man with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose with a tube leading to a cylinder beside the bed. And numerous leads from his head, chest and arms to the various machines beside the bed. Not only was he lying there without a bed cover, but he was naked. And not only was his nakedness noticeable, but so too was the size of his cock. I had never seen one that big in the flesh, so to speak. For a moment I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, until that was when another door into the room on the other side opened, and there stood Bobbi. Gone was the maid uniform, replaced now by a nurse uniform just as inappropriate in its tartiness as the maid uniform had been. A tight top extenuating her chest, and skirt so short that again the stocking tops were visible. “How is he Bobbi?” Auntie asked her. “Still stable, Auntie,” she replied. “Time for milking?” Auntie asked. “Yes, it is,” Bobbi answered as she moved towards the body lying still on the bed. She took the cock in her hand and lifted it up as her open mouth descended on it. Only halfway down she got, before her head raised almost back to the top, then down again. It was noticeably hardening, and when her mouth came off, I guessed it was all of nine inches in length then, and thick. I started to stare at it. I was still in a state of arousal myself after tasting Auntie as I had. I wanted it. I needed it in me, and when Auntie turned to me and said “Remove your panties dear,” I felt a sense of anticipation as I lifted my skirt and pushed them down. As I stepped out of them, Bobbi was working hard on the cock. Licking the shaft, and balls, before taking it all in and sucking as her mouth moved up and down on it. I was still aching, like I’d been forever by then. I looked at Auntie beside me. She was looking at Bobbi. I wanted to ask, but didn’t. Then she said as she turned to me, “Climb on it, my dear. Ride it.” I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to be doing that right now; riding that large, thick cock. As I reached the bed, Bobbi was pulling her mouth off of it and looking up at me, smiling. I climbed on the bed. I lifted a leg over the body lying there before lowering myself down onto the pole Bobbi was still holding at the base. I was so wet it slid in, ittedly after the slightest of resistance as my hole wasn’t quite used to something that size, but it was only brief. My heart was racing so much as I lowered myself further, I thought it was going to burst. I started riding him. Facing him as I was, I looked down at his face for some sign of activity showing on it, but his eyes were closed, there was nothing showing. I started to build up a speed in raising and lowering myself on it. Riding this almost lifeless body as hard as I was, it took no more than a minute for me to come. I was that aroused by not only the act itself, but that Auntie was watching me. I began to wonder that if she was pleased with how I was performing, then she might let me smell it again. And taste it. That place between her legs I knew I was so drawn to now. I looked at her for some encouragement, and there was a semblance of a smile. She then said “Finish him in your mouth, my dear.” I slowed down. I climbed off facing her as I went down on it. Taking it in my mouth I looked at her. She nodded, and I was certain she was smiling. I worked at it in my mouth, combining a sucking and shaft-licking technique that I’m proud of. I licked up and down the shaft and balls too, just as Bobbi had done. Auntie then sat down, still watching me servicing the long, thick shaft. Bobbi kneeled down in front of her as Auntie spread her legs, and as the back of Bobbi’s head moved in between them, I knew what was going on. I started to work faster and harder on this pole in my mouth. As I did so, I took hold of it in my hand too and started to jerk it. I felt it hardened just before the first spurt. Then another, and another, filled my mouth. I hadn’t swallowed yet, waiting for more cum to follow, and it did, in two more spurts of lesser intensity. I savoured it in my mouth for a few seconds, before swallowing, then pulling my mouth off. I hadn’t stopped watching the movement in Bobbi’s head as she was clearly tasting Auntie as I had done. I felt a degree of jealousy as I did, but knew that what I had not long felt in both my mouth and other hole was exactly what I had needed. Still no movement in the man was forthcoming before Auntie was clearly coming then. Slight whimpering again, there was, and I guessed a little squirt too for Bobbi to savour, as I had. I was envious, but having just swallowed a mouthful of cum I accepted it wasn’t right to feel jealous. No, just a little envy was about right. As Bobbi pulled back once Auntie had finished, I could see it again, just for a moment before she closed her legs. “Sienna. Let’s go back downstairs. Bobbi, some tea,” she said as she rose, and I then followed them down.
As we sat in the tearoom again, on separate chairs this time, I wondered if I’d get the chance to get between her legs then, and did look around for some flowers instead, but there were none. I wanted to ask who the man was, why Bobbi was dressed as she was, and acting as she did, but before I could, she spoke. “I want you to do some things for me, my dear. You will do things for me, won’t you?” She asked. “Of course, Auntie. Of course I will,” I said. I felt that if I’d said no then that I might not get the chance again to do what I knew I needed to do between her legs. I knew that if I was to get to smell and taste her again, I would need to do things in return. I wasn’t concerned nor worried about that, instead wanting her to tell me what or how it was I could do something for her right then. And she did tell me. “I want you to bring me photographs of all the women under thirty working with you. Can you do that for me?” She asked. “Of course. I’ll access the personnel records for them,” I said. “Good girl,” she said, just as Bobbi entered the room with a tray. Gone was the nurse uniform now, and back as the maid she was then.