Authors: Lisette Ashton
Stacey smiled confidently. ‘Exactly,’ she said, with meaning.
Kelly glanced warily at Helen, then at Stacey. ‘I don’t understand. What are you saying?’
Stacey’s cruel smile broadened. ‘I want to see if your relationship meets with my approval,’ she explained. ‘You tell me you’re lovers. I’m not sure I believe it. I want you to prove it to me. Make love, now, whilst I watch.’
Kelly swallowed nervously. ‘Now?’ she repeated dumbly.
‘Now,’ Mistress Stacey told her forcefully.
Kelly turned to Helen, a look of barely concealed terror straining her features. She was shocked, but not surprised, to see a satisfied smile on Helen’s lips. ‘I told you never to say never,’ her smile sang triumphantly. Kelly could feel her heart sinking in her chest.
‘Come on, darling,’ Helen said seductively. She allowed her arm to drop from Kelly’s shoulder to her waist. ‘We were about to settle down for the night anyway,’ she said, directing her words somewhere between Kelly and Stacey. ‘I’m not bothered if we have an audience, are you?’ She smiled gleefully into Kelly’s face, unperturbed by the passionate vehemence in the redhead’s eyes.
‘Of course not,’ Kelly replied numbly. She could see no way out of the situation without having to endure one of Mistress Stacey’s punishments. Considering the amount of lying she had done, Kelly doubted the mistress would show any leniency. Painfully aware of this, Kelly realised that her only option was to continue with Helen’s charade. A single thought kept occurring to her over and over again: I’m about to make love with a woman. I’m about to make love with a woman and there’s no way to avoid it. Her heart began to beat quickly with nervous trepidation.
The wave of panic disappeared when Helen took Kelly in her arms and kissed her. Her feelings of annoyance and anger evaporated as she remembered the arousal Helen had inspired. Helen’s tongue eagerly explored Kelly’s mouth. Her hands stroked the cool sensitive flesh at the nape of Kelly’s neck before moving under her chin and cupping her face.
Hesitantly at first, then with more urgency, Kelly began to respond to Helen’s touch. She did not simply accept Helen’s passionate kisses. After a moment, Kelly began to return them. She had never enjoyed kissing throughout her marriage and eventually things had reached a state where it did not matter. Now, she put her heart and soul into the exchange, using her tongue and lips to explore Helen’s mouth with an avaricious appetite. Her hands caressed Helen’s face, then moved away, down towards her breasts. Within moments of the first kiss, she found herself stroking the soft, yielding orbs of Helen’s tits.
‘Please, ladies.’ Mistress Stacey’s commanding voice was harsh enough to stop them both.
They turned to face her uncertainly.
‘Feel free to make use of the bed,’ Mistress Stacey said kindly. She moved towards Kelly’s dressing table and turned the chair around so it was facing the bed. She reached for the unwanted bottle of wine that sat on the dressing table, opened the top and sniffed it discriminatingly. ‘I’ll make myself comfortable here,’ she said decisively, taking a swig from the bottle. ‘You two carry on and enjoy one another,’ she added, with a meaningful glance directed at Kelly.
‘Thank you, mistress,’ Helen said promptly. With a wicked grin, she turned to face Kelly and began to kiss her once again. They made their way clumsily to the bed, neither wanting to break the passionate exchange between their lips. Kelly stroked her hands eagerly over Helen’s body, caressing each curve and contour. Distantly she realised the blonde was working on the buttons of her blouse. The garment was quickly unfastened and Helen made short work of the button and zip on her skirt. As they lay down on the bed together, Kelly realised she was almost naked. The sensation of Helen’s hands, touching her thighs and cupping her breasts, was intoxicating. Kelly felt her nipples hardening furiously as the woman teased her flesh through the fabric of her bra. When Helen actually pressed her mouth against the orb and began to stimulate the nipple with her tongue, Kelly shuddered with pleasure.
Helen used her mouth first on one breast, then the other, pausing between each action to kiss Kelly warmly on the mouth. Her hands were never idle, delighting in the unexplored curves and contours of the redhead’s body. She stroked her fingers softly around Kelly’s waist before moving her hands slowly across the flat expanse of her stomach. The tips of her fingers brushed against the thin band of elastic at the top of Kelly’s knickers.
Kelly sighed happily. Her fears and inhibitions were forgotten as she allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure that came from Helen’s touch. Each careful caress of the blonde’s hands transported her ever closer to a level of happiness she had never previously encountered. Lost in a world of ecstatic euphoria, Kelly barely noticed when Helen began to ease the thin cotton panties from her hips. She opened her eyes and smiled easily at her.
Helen returned the smile and pressed a kiss against Kelly’s neck. In a discreet whisper, not intended for Mistress Stacey to hear, she said, ‘I told you never to say never.’
Kelly laughed indulgently and pressed her own mouth against Helen’s neck. As she kissed her softly, she replied in the same soft, prudent tone of voice, ‘Don’t gloat, just carry on doing what you’re doing.’
Helen needed no further encouragement and moved her head away, turning her attention back to the redhead’s breasts.
Kelly cast a wary glance in the direction of Mistress Stacey and was surprised when the woman winked knowingly at her. As Kelly watched, the mistress took a generous swig from the wine bottle. She wiped her lips dry with her wrist before turning her attention back to the show that the two trainees were providing. Stacey’s legs were parted as she sat on the chair and Kelly realised the woman’s skirt was raised sufficiently to show the pale, silky flesh of her thighs. The black triangle of her pants was clearly visible from Kelly’s perspective and she watched as the mistress placed a purposeful finger to the gusset. The finger stroked gently along the fabric, outlining the shape of her pouting pussy lips.
Kelly sighed softly. She could have watched Mistress Stacey all evening, mesmerised by the woman’s commanding beauty and cool air of detachment. She saw a second finger join the first and realised the mistress was using more pressure against herself. Glancing nervously into the woman’s eyes, Kelly was shocked to see the mistress smiling broadly down at her. There was something predatory in Mistress Stacey’s smile that made Kelly feel helpless and vulnerable. The sensation was arousing enough to unsettle her.
Kelly felt the front-clasp of her bra being released and turned her attention back to Helen.
The blonde was a capable lover and seemed determined to please Kelly. She had been rubbing her hands and lips over Kelly’s body, slowly exciting the half-naked woman beneath her. Now it seemed that she wanted to do more.
Kelly’s breasts spilled from their confines and she felt Helen’s cool breath against them. The feeling was exhilarating and Kelly breathed a soft sigh of delight. The sound turned into a groan of pleasure when Helen’s tongue flicked across her nipple. Unconsciously, she bucked her hips forward.
Helen shifted position on the bed. Kelly realised she was moving her mouth slowly down from her breasts. Using a series of soft, tender kisses, her lips travelled across Kelly’s stomach and then lower. The notion of what she was about to experience was delightfully unsettling and Kelly savoured the moment with relish. She shivered when she felt Helen’s warm breath on the hot flesh of her sex.
Helen pressed her nose into the fiery red flames of Kelly’s pubic triangle. Gently, she nuzzled the sensitive flesh above her labia.
Kelly moaned excitedly. Her arousal increased when she felt the nose move further downwards and brush lightly against the moist folds of pink flesh. Helen’s tongue ran slowly over the pouting lips, sending a shiver of joy through Kelly’s body. The inner walls of her vagina began to contract hungrily, as though they were anticipating the new and unimagined treat they were about to enjoy. Helen moved her tongue deliberately up and down the outer lips of Kelly’s pussy, inspiring wave after wave of enjoyment. Kelly shivered blissfully and released a contented sigh. The sigh became a moan of approval when Helen’s tongue parted the lips and began to probe inside her. The tip of her tongue brushed against Kelly’s clitoris. In a rush of unexpected delight, Kelly groaned with orgasmic elation.
‘My turn,’ Helen said pragmatically. She moved her legs carefully over Kelly’s head, positioning herself so her pussy hovered above the redhead’s face.
Kelly glanced uncertainly at the view between Helen’s legs, mindful of Mistress Stacey’s carefully watching eyes. Helen still wore her skirt but it was a short one and in this position it did not conceal anything. Kelly’s face was mere millimetres away from the glorious haven of Helen’s bare hole.
Shifting forward, she placed a hand on either side of Helen’s buttocks and stroked the silky smooth flesh of her arse tenderly. As her hands continued to stimulate Helen’s rear, Kelly saw the woman’s labia slowly unfold. The lips of her sex were wet with arousal and Kelly inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet musky scent of the blonde’s desire. All her inhibitions were now behind her and she felt driven by a single need. Not hesitating or even contemplating what she was about to do, Kelly pushed her mouth against Helen’s wetness. Her mouth was suddenly full with the sweet taste of Helen’s excitement. She drew her tongue carefully up and down the soft pink lips, savouring every sensation. The succulent sweet taste was incredible. The heady scent was intoxicating and the feeling of her tongue against the woman’s sex was unbelievable. Unable to resist the temptation, she buried her tongue deep inside Helen’s wetness. Kelly was not sure if she was doing it for Helen’s pleasure, or her own craving to sample the woman’s love juice. Regardless of her motives, the effects were the same.
Helen moaned softly in appreciation. Her face was still buried between Kelly’s legs. Her tongue slid eagerly over the sensitive flesh she found there. Using her fingers to hold the lips apart, Helen rubbed her tongue deliberately over the exposed hood of Kelly’s clitoris.
Trying not to think of the myriad prickles of pleasure exploding between her legs, Kelly concentrated her efforts on pleasing Helen. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to nuzzle lovingly at Helen’s hole and taste the sweet honey-like nectar of her sex. Her tongue probed inside and Kelly was delighted by the sensation of Helen’s pussy muscles closing excitedly around her. She moved her hands so that they held Helen’s legs and pulled the blonde towards her as she pushed her tongue deeper inside.
Helen squealed excitedly.
With her tongue forcing its way further up Helen’s hole, Kelly felt the ecstatic shuddering of the blonde’s body. Beneath Kelly’s fingers, the muscles in Helen’s legs trembled excitedly. She could feel the tingle of rapture that shimmered through the walls of Helen’s pussy. Happily, Kelly realised she had caused the blonde’s orgasm. When she tasted the honey-rich succulence of the woman’s climax, Kelly realised she was not just sharing Helen’s orgasm; she was enjoying another one of her own.
Greedily she drank Helen’s creamy pussy-honey. She savoured the taste, indulgently licking the labia clean of every last drop. Breathless, she moved her face away from Helen’s sex and turned to glance at Mistress Stacey. Kelly saw that, whilst her attention had been devoted to Helen, the mistress had moved her chair closer.
Again, she graced Kelly with a knowing wink, before drinking from the open bottle of wine. Kelly smiled quietly in reply, licking her lips unconsciously. She watched as Mistress Stacey moved the bottle down between her legs and stroked the neck of the bottle against her sex. The woman had moved forward on her chair and removed the black panties she wore. Kelly saw the tip of the bottle being pressed deliberately against the willing swell of the mistress’s hole and she watched with voyeuristic fascination.
With her gaze locked on Kelly’s, Mistress Stacey pushed the neck of the bottle into the welcoming depths of her tight pussy. She allowed herself a grim smile of satisfaction as it entered. Kelly continued to watch as Stacey pushed the bottle deeper, until it had accepted the entire neck. The lips of her vagina were spread wide over the body of the bottle and Kelly wondered incredulously how she managed to accept so much. As Stacey withdrew the bottle, Kelly saw the glass was glistening with pussy juice and she caught herself wondering how sweet that would taste.
Slowly, Mistress Stacey pushed the bottle back inside herself, then pulled it out. Her broad smile widened with mounting pleasure. She continued to frig herself as Kelly watched, employing the bottle like an over-sized dildo. When she tensed her legs muscles around the legs of the chair, Kelly realised the mistress was close to orgasm. Her smile was strained to a mask of agonised pleasure and a growl of deep-rooted satisfaction whispered from her lips. Tilting the base of the bottle forwards, she moaned loudly as the heady delights of her orgasm washed over her.
Seeing the flow of wine pour from between Mistress Stacey’s legs, Kelly found her arousal reaching new heights. Again, Kelly found herself wondering how it would taste. It was an exciting thought. She watched Mistress Stacey lift the wine bottle to her lips and, after salaciously licking her own cream from the rim of the bottle, she drank another mouthful of wine.
Kelly watched and shivered with anticipation. She could have enjoyed watching Mistress Stacey all evening. She had never felt happier than she felt now. The mistress was gracing her with a kindly smile and Helen was carefully tonguing her vagina.
With her excitement mounting, Helen pushed herself into Kelly’s face, forcing the redhead to enjoy the scent and taste of her sex.
Revelling in the heady aroma of the blonde’s arousal, Kelly lapped eagerly at the pink folds of her pussy lips. Helen’s fingers continued to hold her pussy lips apart as she ran her tongue over and around Kelly’s pearl of pleasure. Occasionally she teased the nub of the clitoris with the tip of her finger whilst her mouth worked on the ultra-sensitive flesh of Kelly’s inner lips. With her free hand, she began to tease Kelly’s labia with the tips of her fingers. Wet with excitement, Kelly’s hole was perfectly lubricated. When Helen pressed her fingers against the moist flesh, they slid easily into the redhead’s eager pussy.