Speaker 1: The warm aromatic steam of the sauna clung to my skin,
a final layer of relaxation from the prior treatments At
the exclusive spa, I lay on the heated stone bench,
wrapped in nothing but a thin, damp towel, my mind
drifting in a haze of contentment. The door opened with
a soft click, letting in a cooler draft, and the
two attendants who had guided my journey so far, Ellara
and Maya, They moved with a synchronized grace that felt
almost ritualistic. Elara with her dark, sleek hair and calm,
measuring gaze. Maya, blonde and effervescent. Her smile always warm,
but now it held a different heat. The final phase
of your treatment, Alara said, her voice, low and smooth,
a full body sensory awakening. I nodded, languid, trusting. This
was a five star spa. Everything was professional. Maya's hands
were the first to touch me, lifting the towel from
my body with a slow, deliberate pull. The air against
my bare skin was a shock, but a pleasant one.
Then Alara's fingers joined, tracing a line from my collar
bone down to my sternum. Their touches weren't clinical. They
were studying. My breath hitched as Maya's palm cupped my breast,
her thumb brushing over my nipple. It puckered instantly, a sharp,
needy response. Elara watched, then leaned in, her breath, hot
on my other breast. Relax. Maya whispered, But it wasn't
a command for stillness. It was an invitation to feel.
Elara's mouth closed over my nipple. Not a suck, but
a slow, oh, wet lick. A flat, warm tongue dragged
across the sensitive peak, then circled it. A shudder ripped
through me, my back arching off the stone. Fuck this
was good. Maya mirrored the action on the other side,
her lips ceiling around my other nipple, pulling gently. The
dual sensation was overwhelming, A tugging, wet suction from Maya,
A teasing, tortuous licking from a Lara. My hands fluttered,
then gripped the edges of the bench. This wasn't on
any menu, but the pleasure was so precise, so devastatingly good.
I let my head fall back, a soft moan, escaping
my lips. Fuck do it. They exchanged a look above
me a silent, knowing communication. Then Alara shifted her mouth,
leaving my breast to trail down my abdomen, her tongue
painting a wet lined to ard my cunt. Maya continued
to suck, her rhythm increasing, her fingers now kneading the
soft flesh of my breast, making me gasp. When Alara's
head dipped between my thighs, I knew the professionalism had evaporated.
This was something else. Her hands spread my legs, her
touch firm but not forceful. I was open to her
to them. Her mouth pressed against my inner thigh, first
a hot, open mouthed kiss. Then she moved higher. Her
tongue touched my clit. It wasn't a tentative probe. It
was a flat, deliberate stroke from root to tip. I
cried out, my hips jerking. Maya released my breast and
moved to kiss my neck, her lips soft, her tongue
flicking against my pulse point. The duality of sensation, the
intense focused pressure below, the tender distracting intimacy above, unlocked
a deep pooling want inside me. Elara worked me with
a skilled, relentless pace, her tongue circled, pressed, flicked. She
used her lips to suck lightly on the swollen nub,
then dove lower, tracing the entrance of my pussy before returning.
My hands found Maya's hair, tugging her closer, wanting her
mouth everywhere. Maya complied, kissing down my shoulder, licking a
path to my other breast, taking it into her mouth
again with a hungry groan. I was panting, a writhing,
willing center between them. The stone bench was hot, but
their bodies were hotter. Elara rose, her face glistening with
my wetness. She didn't speak. She simply kissed Maya, a deep,
open kiss, sharing my taste, and I saw, I saw my
own arousal glisten on their shared lips. Maya's hand slid
down Alara's back, pulling at the tie of her spa rap.
It fell open. Alara was naked underneath, her body, lean
and powerful. Maya shed her own rap in a swift motion.
Then they turned their attention fully to each other and
to me. Maya pushed Alara onto the bench beside me,
their bodies slotting together. Maya straddled Alara's thigh, grinding against
it while Alara's head tilted up to capture Maya's breast
in her mouth. Their movements were a frenzied, beautiful dance.
I watched my own needs, screaming until Maya reached for me,
pulling me over them. Here, she breathed, guiding my leg
over Ellara's. We all laid on the floor and spread
each other's legs in a triangle. Then we desperately buried
our faces into each other's cunts, lapping clit to pussy
to asshole, tasting each other fully in the sauna's smoldering heat,
all three mouth to cunt, a circuit of heated skin
and straining muscles. The pressure was immediate and perfect. Alara
ate my clit, I ate Maya's, and Maya ate Alara's.
I moaned as we all ground down between our legs,
all of our pleasure evident in our sharp cries. The
rhythm built a shared, escalating tempo, sweat and steam mixed
on our skin. Elara's hand slipped between Maya's legs, her
fingers sliding inside her with a wet, audible sound. Maya's
head tossed back and she spat a quick, deliberate act.
The moisture, landing on Alara's cheek. Alara laughed a low,
throaty sound and turned to spit onto my stomach. The
warm fluid a shocking, erotic brand. It unlocked something primal.
I rocked harder, thrusting my pussy into a Lara's tongue.
My orgasm broke first, a violent shaking wave that tore
a scream from my throat. My juices spilled hot and
copious over a Lara's face as I shuddered through it.
Alara's own release followed, her body, bucking her fluids, covering Maya,
who cried out as her climax hit. Her own release
sprang down, splashing across my face and Alara's chest. We
collapsed into a heap, panting, slick, and utterly spent. The
air was thick with the scent of sex, and licked cunts. Slowly.
We rearranged ourselves on the wide bench, heads close, limbs tangled.
Alara leaned over, licking a stripe up my belly, cleaning
her own spit with a slow, tender swipe. Maya turned
and kissed my cheek, then licked the residual wetness from
my jaw. Elara's eyes dark and satisfied. Met mine. This
is our membership experience, she said, her voice husky. Would
you like to join? To become one of us? I
lay there, my body humming, my face still damp. I
wiped my cheek with the back of my hand, feeling
the sticky evidence of our shared frenzy. A slow smile
spread on my lips. The pleasure had been incredible, but
the control, the orchestration, it was a llure, I think,
I said, my voice surprisingly steady. We need some more
attendance before I commit to becoming a member. I reached
for the phone on the wall near the bench, my
finger pressing the button for the main reception. Send my
more female attendance. We need some more fresh snatch to tongue,
I whispered into the receiver. We're ready for the next phase. God,
I loved being a greedy, cunt, hungry bitch. I hoped
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