Sarah's Playmates (6 page)

“I see.” She placed the weapon on the bed.
“I’ll need to search you, Miss. Now, you lay nice and still for me,
and no one will get hurt.”

“But…w-what’s your name?”

Isabelle smiled. “I’m Brack Corbett. At your
service.”

“You are a scoundrel,” I breathed.

“You don’t know the half.” I felt flushed
from my waist up, the heat searing me. Dampness registered in my
pussy, and, as she leaned over me, I began to shiver. Her hand was
on my belly. “You’re quivering.”

“Only my husband should touch me.” My voice
was hardly above a whisper.

“He ain’t here to recue you.” She tossed the
hat to the floor. Her hair was held back in a ponytail. “Now then.
I’m gonna have to check every nook and cranny for those jewels. You
better not move.”

Thinking of her as the lusty train robber had
an unusual effect on me. I vibrated with arousal, my nerve endings
screaming with the possibility of pleasure. Her hand was on my
tummy, and the gentleness of the touch had me arching my back
slightly, thrusting my breasts out, the milky globes spilling
across my ribcage. Millie sat in a chair, not more than five feet
away; her amusement was tempered with interest.

“You’re lovely,” breathed Isabelle. She’d
used her own voice. “I should be jealous.” Our eyes met, and
passion flared. “There’s something so beautiful about the female
body. It’s a shame to have to hide all of this under layers and
layers of clothes.” She grasped my breasts, pressing them together.
“I’m gonna have to check these carefully, ma’am,” she rasped in her
play voice. “These look suspicious.”

She rubbed her face against my burning flesh,
her tongue flicking over a nipple. “Oh!” I nearly sprang off the
bed from the feel of my firm little buds in her mouth. My eyes
rolled into my head, my mouth opening, as my lips formed an O. I
gratefully succumbed to what was happening to me. Her face was
soft, so unlike how the bandit had felt. As she suckled, I
envisioned Brack’s lips on me. I could almost feel the roughness of
his beard. “Oh,” I breathed. “You’re a bad…bad bandit.”

Her hand skimmed lower, drifting to my mound.
“You’re very wet ma’am. I’ve heard ladies like to hide things here.
I’m gonna have to check you carefully.”

My clitoris was in such a state, that, when
she pressed against it, I could feel it shifting. “Brack!” The
sound of his name on my lips, uttered in a moment of sexual
excitement, was scandalizing.

“Say my name again,” she grated.

I tossed my head from side to side. “Oh, no,
no, no, no.”

“I think you’re hiding something, Miss. I
don’t think it’s jewels either.”

I lifted my head off the bed to stare at her.
I caught sight of Millie on the chair. Her nightgown was bunched
around her knees, and her hand was in her crotch, presumably
fingering the inner recesses of her cunt. Knowing that we had
affected her in this manner added yet another level of wantonness
to this already depraved scene.

“Say my name again!” Her finger slid between
swollen lips, which were so bloated, they pressed together.

Whatever resistance I had been able to
maintain melted. “Brack…”

“That’s it. Now you’re mine.” She sat up
quickly, discarding her jacket. “It sure is hot in here.” She
continued to sound low and raspy, trying to emulate a man. “Now
spread those pretty legs, lady. I’m gonna have to investigate every
little bit of what you got here.”

“Oh, my…goodness…”

She blew gently across my skin, the coldness
of the effect highlighting how wet I had become. As her tongue
skimmed over my nub, her hands slid up my chest, reaching for my
breasts. My nipples were rolled and pinched, the sensations leaving
me weak and gasping. My eyes were closed, and all I could think
about was the train robber. If we had been alone, would things have
gone this far? It was a shame that I would never see him again. His
sort ended up shot by the law or hung by the courts.

But…none of that mattered now. “Oh,
Brack…”

“I think you’re lying to me, lady. I think
you’re hiding something deep inside here. I’m gonna get to the
bottom of it.”

If I hadn’t been so aroused, the sound of her
voice would have been amusing and her words even more so. The
situation was ridiculous, but my body’s reaction to her touch
wasn’t a joke. We had taken a deliciously naughty path from which
none of us wanted to deviate. Firm fingers drove through the silky
wetness of my pussy, sinking in deeply. She wiggled them, twisting
around and massaging me intimately. With a skill that matched
Millie’s, her tongue prodded, pushing and manipulating my clit,
creating a burst of tiny flitters that fanned out from my core.

“Brack!”

The game was now over. The attention she paid
my lower anatomy had grown very serious indeed. She was fully
invested in pleasuring me, her fingers rubbing and moving in my
tight tunnel. I touched her scalp, urging her on. I began to pant,
my chest rising and falling, as if I had just dashed out of the way
of a moving carriage.

“Oh-OH! Oh, my…goodness…gracious…” I caught a
glimpse of Millie, slumped against the chair, working her cunt
feverishly. She was nearing her peak. “Oh, you bad bandit.
Bad…”

Isabelle tried to push three fingers into me,
but the snugness of the orifice wouldn’t allow it, so she continued
with two, reaming me thoroughly. I wanted to hold off the orgasm
for a few minutes longer, but my body had other ideas. I arched my
back, moaning uncontrollably.

“Brack! Oh, God, Brack!”

My nerve endings burst wide open like Chinese
fireworks on the Fourth of July. I grasped the bedspread, clutching
the material, while I convulsed helplessly, the springs creaking
loudly.

“Oh, bless…me…” moaned Millie, in the
clutches of her own release.

When I peaked at the room, I saw my soon to
be sister-in-law. “You’re so…” Words failed me.

She grinned, removing the man’s shirt,
exposing a chest filled with pale, lovely breasts. “This will be
our dirty little secret.”

“Now you sound like Millie.”

“I wondered about you.”

I sat up, tossing thick strands of blonde
hair over my shoulder. “How?”

“I have a sense about people. I wondered if
you’d be fun.”

Overwhelmed by emotion and feeling utterly at
peace, I flung my arms around her, burrowing my face in her neck.
“From this day forward, you’re my sister. I won’t think of you as
any less.”

“I was prepared to hate you. I’ve met some of
my brother’s other suitors, and they were awful. I thought you’d be
just the same. I’m so glad I was wrong.”

My hands cupped her breasts. “It’s my turn. I
want to make you scream my name when you…find your pleasure.”

Her grin was enormous. “Then I better get
these pants off.”

“They look ridiculous on you, by the
way.”

“I’ve never had such fun.” She kicked the
trousers free, knocking the revolver to the floor, where it
discharged. The sound of the weapon firing at such proximity had my
ears popping painfully. Acrid smoke filled the room.

“Dear Lord in heaven!” shouted Millie. “That
wasn’t empty at all! We could’ve been killed!”

I met Isabelle’s horrified gaze. “Oh, my
God,” she uttered. “I…oh, God. I thought I took the bullets
out.”

“Maybe there was one left?”

“I…oh, dear. Edmund always said women and
guns don’t mix.”

I slid from the bed. “There’s a hole in the
wall now.”

“I’ll shove some paper in it, and it’ll be
good as new,” laughed Isabelle.

She had pointed the gun at Millie and I
repeatedly. We could have been shot! A naughty idea formed. “You
deserve a spanking for that, Isabelle. That was very stupid. Stupid
girls should be punished.”

Millie nodded enthusiastically. “At least.
I’d belt her myself, if I could.”

“That’s a capital idea!” I snatched the
trousers off the floor, pulling the leather belt free. “You have to
be punished. You almost killed me.”

Isabelle sobered. “You’re right.” She glanced
at the belt. “What exactly are you going to do with that?”

“Bend over the bed.” I snapped the leather
strap against my hand, producing a whacking sound. “Ouch!” It
stung. I would have to employ a level of control when hitting
Isabelle. I didn’t want to injure her. Or did I?

“Do as she says, girl,” said Millie. “Bend
over the bed. Show us that pretty bottom.”

“Well, this I hadn’t foreseen. But…I suppose
I could play along.”

“You will,” I asserted. “Get over the bed.
Now!”

“I do deserve it, for almost shooting
you.”

“Now!”

“Fine!” She leaned over the bed, her rounded
bottom in the air.

“How hard should I hit her, Millie?”

“Start light. Work your way up from
there.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “You two
are…naughty.”

“You’re a careless sister-in-law. You almost
killed me. Now prepare to be punished.”

Millie took her nightgown off, dropping the
garment on the floor. She picked up the wide-brim hat and placed it
on her head. There was something sexy about a naked woman with only
a hat on. “What are you waiting for? That ass is ripe for
spanking.”

“But first,” I pulled Isabelle’s boots off,
“I’m wearing these.”

“You’re both ridiculous,” she laughed.

“Shush!” I smacked her with the end of the
belt, the sound echoing.

“Oh! Oh, you—”

“Smack!”

“Oh! That hurts!”

“Hit her harder.”

My grin was saucy, and I knew it. “I should
hit her harder, shouldn’t I?”

“The woman almost killed you. She deserves a
beating, if you ask me.”

“Oh, Millie. What do I do? I’ve never done
this before.” I couldn’t get over the hat. It looked bizarre on
her, especially with her large breasts jutting.

“Give me the belt.” She held out her hand.
“I’ll show you what to do.”

“Don’t go too crazy.” There was something in
her look that worried me.

Her smile was enigmatic. “Give me the belt,
Sarah.”

“Oh, all right, but I’m watching you. Don’t
take it too far.”

“Be a good girl, and sit.”

“I’m waiting,” said Isabelle. “Are you going
to punish me or not?”

“Touch her pussy. Tell me if she’s wet.”

I slid a hand along the curves of her ass to
the back of her thigh. She felt so soft, so supple. Her pussy was
hidden behind glossy curls, and, as my fingers sought her opening,
wetness appeared on my hand. “She’s plenty wet.”

“Good. Then we can begin.” She lifted the
belt, hitting Isabelle with the leather strip.

“Ouch!”

“That’s it.” She struck her again.

“Oh!”

If I had been worried that Millie would abuse
my soon to be sister-in-law, my concern was for naught. She drew
the belt back, letting it snap against her pale skin creating
streaks of pink. Soon her bottom was crisscrossed with red.
Isabelle gasped with each hit, flinching slightly, but her face
betrayed her. It seemed as if the pain morphed almost instantly
into pleasure.

“You should hit her harder, Millie.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” She snapped at
her thighs as well, producing several angry red marks.

“I didn’t know this could be pleasurable.”
Isabelle wasn’t the only one aroused. My pussy throbbed
distractingly; so much so, I pushed my fingers into the soggy
snatch, manipulating it feverishly. “This is…wicked.”

“Smack!”

“Ouch! Ooohhh…”

Millie continued to assault the rounded
buttocks, leaving over-lapping lines of redness. The harder she hit
her, the louder Isabelle moaned. Her vocal, guttural pleasure was
punctuated by loud snapping.

“How wet is she now?”

I slid my hand between her legs. “Very
wet.”

“Lick her.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get between her legs and lick
her.”

I nearly achieved orgasm, right then and
there. It took a full minute to compose myself, urging my body to
recede from the edge. “Yes, Millie.” I slid from the bed,
approaching Isabelle’s sexy bottom. I buried my face between her
cheeks, holding her thighs apart, until I had access to her slit. I
ran my tongue over the glistening lips of her labia.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned. “Oh,
my…holy…God…”

She smelled pungently of arousal, the creamy
fluid pooling at the edges of her womanhood. “Should I do
more?”

“Lick her while I hit.”

Alarm raced through me. “You won’t hit me,
will you?”

“Not unless you want me to.”

“Millie!”

She grinned. “Suck that pussy, Sarah. Do
it.”

“Yes ma’am.” I applied my tongue, pushing
further into her moist opening.

“Smack!”

“Ouch!”

I laved her aggressively, wiping away
excessive amounts of honeyed nectar. My face was wet with her
juices, and, as Millie continued to hit her, she dripped even
more.

“Oh, dear Lord in heaven!”

“Smack!”

“Oh, goodness. I…can’t help it! Oooh…”

Isabelle shuddered, her pussy gushing; so
much so, I worried she had peed herself. A torrent of water poured
down her inner thighs. “What on earth!”

“Oh, God,” she groaned.
“Ohhh…you…dirty…women…”

I glanced at Milly. “What was that?”

“It happens to some women. It’s not urine, if
that’s what you’re worrying about.”

“I see.” This had been an education, the
play-acting, the whipping, and now a gushing pussy. “Oh, my.”

“I can’t believe I did that.” She sounded
exhausted. “That was incredible. It was…so good. I’ve never…I’ve
never experienced it so good.”

“We could do it again,” I suggested. My pussy
throbbed. An orgasm waited patiently on the horizon.

Millie glanced at me, smiling slightly. “This
could be a long night.”