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Southern comfort
By
Jan
Patti was living her dream. She had opened her hand and foot salon. She was now about to indulge her favorite passions. She had worked for a few years for another woman until she had the certificate and backing of one of her dearest customers to open her own shop.
Patti is twenty-four-years old. She is a good looking woman with sun streaked spiked hair. She is five-feet six and 125 pounds. Her 36-inch D sized breasts do draw a lot of attention from both men and women. Her pride and joy are her two-inch long fingernails. She keeps them manicured and coated with clear lacer. No colored polishes for her. She wanted everyone to know that her nails were not acrylic. She did however paint the half-moons white at the base of each nail. With nails as long as hers she had to be very careful with her manicure tools. She hated to break any of her nails. They were her fetish. And her sexual preference was older women.
Her desire for older women came naturally because of her introduction to lesbian sex. When she was seventeen-years- old there had been a weekend gathering for family. She had invited her boyfriend. On the hot summer days it was a family tradition that the women retired after dinner (lunch) for a nap. Patti's mother would not hear of Patti sleeping with her boyfriend and insisted that she sleep with her older sister, Patti's aunt. Little did her mother know that her sister was an experienced lesbian!
Aunt Peg was a stocky lady with stylishly short gray hair. She was a fifty-year-old divorced woman. Her figure was muscular, rather than flabby. She dressed very classy and her jewelry was always in good taste. The rings she wore drew your eyes to her nails. She had broad fingernails and she only use clear lacquer on them. That was where Patti's nail fetish started. At family gatherings Patti would often stare at Peg's fingers. Her nails were always between one and two inches long. They were always perfectly kept polished.
It was during a holiday family gathering that her Aunt changed Patti's life. Like a lot of southern family they would have a large dinner around noon and take a two-hour nap afterwards. The women would retire to bedrooms to nap while the men would gather in the parlor to play billiards and smoke cigars.
Aunt Peg joined Patti in her room for the nap. They discreetly changed into nightgowns in the bathroom. Patti, a precocious and daring young woman, chose a provocative teddy. She liked to show off her large breasts and tanned legs. Peg selected a sheer nightgown that showed off her muscular body. Her body had the look of a professional bodybuilder. As they settled down on the bed they talked about a number of things.
After they had "dished" all the relatives at the gathering the conversation got around to Patti's relationship with her boyfriend. Peg was stroking Patti's hair and face gently with her long fingernails. Patti found herself confiding her frustration with him to Peg.
"He expects me to suck his cock on every date but never returns the favor. He was too fucking macho to kiss and suck my pussy. I'm getting tired of getting a cum facial and got even getting off myself!"
Aunt Peg said, "My husband and a lot of men are like that. There are other ways to satisfy ones' self."
Patti was not sure what she was talking about. She found masturbation entertaining but not as satisfying as having another person getting her off. She changed the subject by commenting on how much she admired Peg's fingernails.
Peg thanked her as she put her index finger into Patti's mouth and asked Patti to suck on it.
Patti found that the inch long nail was carefully buffed to a round edge. There was no sharp edge on the nail. Patti sucked on the nail for a long time. Patti sucked on each fingernail in turn. Patti found herself sucking on her Aunt's fingers like she sucked on her boyfriend's cock. Peg was moaning softly as Patti sucked on her fingers.
"Oh! Baby, you have no idea how much that turns me on!", Peg whispered.
Patti found that she was getting excited too. As she sucked on Peg's finger on her left hand Peg's other hand slid down her body and under the hem of her teddy. When Peg found Patti's pussy she was thrilled to find that it was sopping wet. The second the nail touched Patti's clit, Patti climaxed. Patti cried out loudly as her orgasm swept over her.
Peg sat up and took off her nightgown and struggled with pulling off Patti's teddy while she lay on her back. Peg lay on top of Patti and ground her hairy pussy into Patti's tender mound as she kissed her on the mouth. Peg slid down Patti's body until she was almost off the bed and her face was right over Patti's cunt. Patti was still sucking on the fingernails on her left hand. Peg was using her fingernails of her right hand to trace the outline of Patti's areola on her left tit. Then Peg lapped at Patti's clit like a kitten. It only took a minute before Peg felt Patti's body going ridged again. Peg pinched the nipple with her nails as she placed her mouth over Patti's entire cunt.
As Patti started to climax she opened her mouth to cry out again. Peg stuffed her hand into Patti's mouth to gag her. As they rested peg said, "You are a screamer! I am going to have to muffle you to keep from alerting everyone what we are doing in here." The both chuckled at that.
Peg chose to muffle Patti by mounting her head and every time Patti tried to cry out she would smother her mouth with her hairy pussy. Peg sucked off Patti two more times before they had to clean up and get dressed to rejoin the family.
Patti had climaxed more times in those two hours than she had in a month of dates with her boyfriend. Patti broke up with her boyfriend that weekend. She had found the love she wanted in her Aunt. There was no need to date men as long as her Aunt could make her come so easily. From that first taste of cunilingus Patti had a thing for older women.
When she graduated from school she took up manicuring to indulge her fetish for both fingernails and older women. She worked in an established salon long enough to build up a clientele that would follow her when she opened her own shop.
The shop she opened was a narrow building sandwiched between a hair stylist salon and a health spa. It was a very good location. The customers were pampered ladies that thought nothing about spending their husband's money on expensive treatments to keep their trophy looks.
She did love the dear bottle blondes and blue and Champaign colored hair of her ladies. It was one of these ladies that provided the backing for her to open her shop. They knew that they could make a go of the business because they brought along with them a customer base of special ladies that relished her special manicures and pedicures.
These ladies simply loved to reline in the barber style chairs while Patti's girls worked on their manicures. Patti would personally do the pedicures for these ladies because they would come in with no underwear on. As Patti would sit at their feet she would get a great view of the pubis. They varied from clean-shaven to thick bushes. Patti's girls all knew that if a customer wanted a little foreplay or even a date for sex after working hours it was up to them if they wanted to do it. They did make great tips if they were willing. Patti liked to service her special customers herself.
One day a woman walked into Patti's shop that caught her eye right away. Patti took special interest in her for a number of reasons. The woman introduced herself as Melba. She did not have an appointment, but wanted to know if she could have a manicure in her shop.
The law may have abolished segregation but in the Deep South it still flourishes just fine. Melba was a 200 hundred pound five-foot tall black woman. She was a dark skinned full lipped woman of about fifty-five.
Patti took one look at her four-inch nails and assured her that she was welcome in her establishment any time and she would be happy to personally look after her nail for her.
Melba wanted them polished and airbrushed perfectly. She was a very demanding customer but she tipped well. She became a regular customer and always called to make her appointment with Patti.
Patti found this plump black woman with her massive F sized breasts to be very sexy. It only took a few weeks for their relationship for her to become flirtatious. Late on a Friday afternoon Melba called and asked Patti if she would drop by her home after work to do an emergency nail repair so she could attend a special function that evening. Patti wrote down the address and phone number and assured her that she would be there within a half-hour after closing time.
When Patti knocked on the front door of the antebellum apartment building. She was impressed. It was one of those old building that had gone through a long history of opulence followed by a long decline that lead to disrepair. Then the neighborhood had gone through a refurbishment. That brought the neighborhood back to state where they looked as good as they had a hundred and sixty years ago. Only people of substantial means could afford to live in the neighborhood.
Melba answered the door dressed in a lovely silk house- robe in a brilliant red with large tropical flowers all over it. She excused her attire, saying that she had just got out of her tub.
She was very proud of her home. As she showed Patti around she pointed out old fixtures that had been recovered and refurbished to return the home to its original state. She pointed out that her great-grandmother had been a slave maid in this very home. She took great pride that she had been able to restore this home. It gave her special pride to own the very home where her great-granny had served.
They retired to Melba's bedroom and Patti opened her manicure took box and set about filling the broken nail in preparation for applying an acrylic repair. They were sitting next to each other on a recliner in front of the rote-iron balcony that afforded them a view of the old tree lined boulevard.
As Patti repaired the nail Melba's dressing gown opened and Patti could not take her eyes off the massive cocoa colored mammary bags that confronted her. The areolas were dark ovals with nipples that were as big as the first joint of her little fingers. She could not help staring at the breasts.
Melba noticed where Patti's eyes were fixed. She got a big grin on her face. As Patti worked on her right hand Melba placed her left hand under her right breast and lifted it up and asked Patti if she wanted to play with them?
Patti blushed and admitted that she really would love to fondle with them. Melba leaned forward and guided her nipple into Patti's mouth. Patti was like a greedy little pig noisily sucking on the nipple. She had to stop herself long enough to finish painting the new nail to match the others.
As she was finishing with her airbrush Melba lay back on the recliner and lazily untied the sash of her robe and let it fall open to expose the front half of her body. Patti was looking at her round form with the overhanging tummy that covered half of her pubis. What portion of her pubis was visible was covered with the tightly coiled kinky hair. As she spread her legs Patti could see the red flesh of her inner labia that turned to a dark chocolate color at the outer fringe. Patti was a nervous wreck by the time she finished cleaning the airbrush. She knew that if she let the lacquer dry in the airbrush she would have to replace it.
After she placed the airbrush back into her box and closed it up, she turned back to face the cocoa colored thick thighs of the object of her desire. As she placed her hands under the thighs and buried her face in the opening of Melba's cunt. The hair felt almost like steel wool on her nose. The smell was a mix of soap and the unmistakable odor of pussy.
Melba wrapped her thick legs around Patti's head. With her head held in the vice like grip Patti could not have lifted her head even if she had wanted to do so. As it was she had to breathe through her nose and even that was getting pussy juice in it. Melba had a quick climax.
When she recovered she asked Patti if she wanted to accompany her to the party her was invited too. Patti complained that she was not dressed to go to a party. Melba assured her that she had a costume that would look charming on her. Patti agreed to go with her.
Melba had Patti help her get dressed in a period costume right out of the Civil War. It was stunning satin royal blue dress with three hoops in the white petty coat. Patti had to use her knee to cinch up the merry widow corset before helping Melba into the dress. The one thing Melba did not add to her costume was the ruffled bloomer's that covered the legs all the way to the ankles. She chose typical shoes from the period that suited her. Then she added a rope of flawless pearls wrapped around her neck between her breasts. She added matching earrings and a powered wig.
Patti admired the stunning effect of the regal looking black woman dressed up like a Southern bell. Then she realized she had not seen what Melba planned for her to wear.
Patti, "What am I going to wear Honey?"
Melba smiled and told her to get undressed. Patti did as she was told. She was down to her panties and bra when Melba told her that will never do everything has to go. She finished removing the last of her garments and stood naked before her new lover.
Melba give her naked body an approving smile, when she saw that Patti trimmed her dark colored pubic hair into what could be called a bikini cut. Then she handed Patti dark pumps that may have been used in the 1800's. Patti stood on one leg at a time as she slipped them on.
Patti was still wondering what her costume was going to look like. Melba stepped into her walk-in closet and returned with a starched blue and white vertical stripped apron. She placed it around Patti's neck and turned her around and tied the sash around her waist with a stiff bow.
Patti could see her reflection in the wall mirrors. The strap around her neck came over her shoulders and down the sides of her breasts. The top of the apron had a pushup wire in it so that it held up her breasts without covering her silver dollar sized areolas. The mauve colored areolas and nipples were visible. The bottom of the apron stopped short of Patti's pubis. The brown hair was playing peek-a-boo through the lace. The only thing covering her ass was the ends of the three inch wide sash.
Patti said, "You really don't expect me to go out in public dressed like this?"
Melba slapped her hard on her face and said, "You are going to be my pussy slave tonight and will do what ever I tell you to do!"
Patti, "Yes Ma'am!"
Melba selected two cotton overcoats that were also period items. She made a phone call that was brief. They only had time to have one drink before the door chime rang.
When Melba opened the front door a footman was standing there and took her hand as she led Patti to the open carriage. The footman opened the door and pulled down the steps for the ladies and took their hands as they entered the carriage. He quickly folded the metal steps up and closed the door. He quickly mounted the step on the back of the carriage and hung on as the driver popped the buggy whip and said, "click.click" out of the side of his mouth. As they left the city lights Melba buckled a jewel-studded dog collar around her neck with a long leash attached.
It was an exciting half-hour ride to the outskirts of town and up a long tree lined approach to a white pillared Federalist home. It had all the effect of being a pre-Civil War party. As they entered the central hall a butler announced them loud and clear as "Mistress Melba and company."
Melba made a grand entrance leading Patti behind her by the leash. After they gave the butler their over coats. Patti was taken by the fact that there were only women at this party. All the women dressed in the pre-Civil War costumes were black women. The ones dressed, as men were dressed like plantation owners in riding pants and boots with velvet collars on dress coats. They were smoking cigars and everyone was drinking from long stemmed glasses.
They were greeted my host and hostess with a warm hug and complements at how charming her handmaid looked. Patti blushed and saw that the girls serving, as maids were dressed like her. They all looked like they were no more than twelve to thirteen years old.
The marvelous chandlers may have been electric but they had a flickering amber glow that filled the room with a candle like glow. The room was filled with the soft sound of music from an unseen band. Couples were ballroom dancing. When one of the ladies dressed as a man approached Melba and bowed in front of her and asked, "May I have the honor of being the first to place my name in your dance card?"
Melba smiled and held out her wrist and allowed the person to sign her dance card. She handed Patti her leash and told her to help serve the guests.
Patti watched, as the two of them danced round the hall with the hoop skirt bellowing out like a bell. She felt the hand on her elbow as a young white girl led her to the kitchen. She was allowed to remove the leash and was handed a tray. She followed the girl back to the hall and started serving the guests.
As she passed through the spectators around the dance floor she felt a variety of hands groping her body. Nothing was forbidden. Her nipples were being pinched; fingers were probing her cunt and ass. Patti saw that the other girls were smiling sweetly as they were felt up too.
As the evening progressed Patti saw that the finally dressed women had their breasts exposed over the tops of their dresses. Some of the women dressed as men were sucking and playing with them. Other women had the young white girls sucking on heir breasts. She was watching all of this when she felt the presence of Melba standing next to her.
Melba led Patti to a bench located between white marble pillars. Patti did not resist as Melba lowered her onto her back on the bench. Then Melba gathered up the hem of her hoop skirt and lifted it up. She backed over the bench and sat on Patti's face. She was half-sitting and standing over Patti's head and she sat there rocking back and forth as she ground her cunt into Patti's mouth. She had released the hem of the skirt. It fell down over Patti almost obscuring Patti's body completely.
She rocked her body in time to the dance music and fanned her face with her folding fan. Patti had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that she was lapping on the wet flesh of her black mistress as fast as she could.
She heard the voice of a woman talking to Melba about how nicely the gala was going. The woman could see the lower half of Patti's body lying on her back sticking out from under the dress. She asked Melba if she minded if she used the girl. Melba assured her that Patti was a willing slave.
The woman moved behind Melba and opened her ridding britches and exposed a black rubber dildo. She flipped up the lace of the apron and straddled the white body and lowered her tool into the dark hair. All Patti could do was moan as the tool entered her body. The woman was fucking her as she reached abound Melba's body to play with the massive breasts.
Patti serviced the mistress's cunt diligently until Melba climaxed and almost smothered her. When Melba stood up and moved away from the bench that was when Patti saw for the first time the woman that was fucking her.
It was the woman that was acting as the host of the party. She was still dressed like a man. When she pulled back Patti could see the black rubber dildo shinning from her own pussy juice. The woman used her thumb to stimulate Patti's clitoris as she fucked her. She felt herself reaching her climax and knew it was going to be a strong one. When she let out a climatic sigh the woman pulled her dildo out and stood up with her tool hanging out.
Patti lay there recovering and watched the room. Women were in varying stages of undress and making love to each other all over the place. The teenaged white girls were being sucked and fuck much like she had just been.
Patti was too weak to move. She was so busy watching the action that she didn't even notice the girl that had given her the serving tray. The girl knelt between Patti's legs and sucked her pussy. Patti was sore from the fucking she had just had. It was almost painful to have the girl's mouth and tongue working on her cunt.
Melba had straddled the bench and rested her back against the pillar. She held up her skirt and ordered Patti to turn over and suck her cunt again. Patti did as she was told and straddled in bench face down and lapped at the hairy cunt. The wiry hairs broke off between Patti's teeth and some got caught on the back of her throat and she had to cough them up.
While she was sucking her mistress's pussy again her backside was exposed to the lust of any passing woman. After the first couple of times she felt a finger probing the crack of her ass she didn't even bother looking to see who it was.
Then she felt the smooth naked thighs of someone straddle her legs again. When she felt the fingers parting her buns she looked back to see their hostess totally naked body as she knelt behind her and buried her face between the cheeks of her ass. Patti almost pissed as she felt the tongue probing her anus. She felt Melba's four-inch fingernails racking her back. She would not have been surprised if her back was bleeding.
Then she felt another strap-on dildo as it sought out the opening of her anus. The head of the tool was very slippery but Patti felt like her asshole was on fire as it was being invaded. She felt like her flesh was being ripped apart. The pain in her ass was stronger than the pain of the fingernails clawing at her back. She was having a hard time keeping her mind on sucking on the chocolate pussy in front of her face.
By the time the sun started filling the hall with light Patti was sexually spent. Even a gentle touch felt like a lit match was touching her flesh. They both got dressed and called for a cab to take them home. When the cab arrived they were in their overcoats. They thanked their hosts and were almost asleep by the time they were home.
When they were home they bathed together it was refreshing to get the mix of perfume from so many women and the smell of expensive cigars. They soaked in the hat water until the water-cooled off so much that it felt uncomfortable. When they dried each other off Patti got a look at her back in the mirror and saw the red welts on her back. They looked like someone had whipped her with a cat-of-nine.
Patti jokingly told Melba that she deserved to have her ass whipped for doing that to her back. She said she was not going be able to wear a backless dress for days. When they went to bed to rest for the day Patti racked Melba's back with her nails and found that her dark skin would have white scratches on it. It looked like peeled skin in streaks.
Melba responded by using her weight to subdue Patti and make her eat her pussy by sitting on her face. When Patti did a good job and made her cum Melba masturbated her with her fingernails until Patti was exhausted.
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