but sensation, breaking over the head of the
dildo and out to touch and excite every nerve in her body and lock
every muscle, as her eyes rolled back in her head to envelope her
in a blackness so total it was as though she'd passed out.
She felt the
dildo slide out of her sex and Venetia's body roll to one side. For
a moment she could not move. The aftermath was too involving,
demanding all her mind and senses. But as her mind slowly regained
precedence over her emotions again, she turned her head to look at
Venetia who was lying on her side in a foetal position, her knees
drawn up against her large breasts, the big black dildo nestling
against her belly.
Stephanie got
to her knees. She unbuckled the strap in the small of Venetia's
back. Venetia opened her legs and Stephanie pulled the strap away.
She unbuckled the waist belt too and threw the harness to one
side.
Moving down
the bed, Stephanie kissed Venetia's hip. There was no need to
return the favour, of course. Venetia was a slave, a thief, she
could be used like all the other slaves, used and discarded. But
Venetia was special. It was only six months ago that Venetia had
been the first woman Stephanie had ever had sex with. That wasn't
quite true. There had been a woman before, with Martin, but
Stephanie - though the experience had thrilled her - had always
thought of that as Martin's fantasy, not her own. With Venetia, for
the first time, it had been one on one. She could not delude
herself that it was to give a man pleasure. The pleasure had been
all her own. Of course then she had known nothing of the castle and
all its secrets, and little about her own proclivities.
But whatever
she had learnt subsequently had not changed her basic affection for
Venetia and she knew it never would. She would play with her, tease
her, use her but she could never leave her, as she was now, excited
yet unfulfilled.
With pressure
from her hand Stephanie indicated that Venetia should turn onto her
back. Almost before she had done so Stephanie leant forward, her
mouth lapping at Venetia's flat navel. Venetia opened her legs and
Stephanie immediately moved her head down to her sparsely haired
pubis. She could see where the straps of the harness had chafed her
inner thighs and she kissed the red marks tenderly, making Venetia
moan.
Venetia's
labia were the most symmetrical Stephanie had ever seen, an almost
perfect oval neatly contained by fleshy outer lips. Her fair pubic
hair, nowhere longer than half an inch but not shaved or cut, only
covered the triangle of her belly and there was nothing to conceal
the detail of her sex. The labia glistened. Wrapping her arms
around the underside of both her thighs, Stephanie used the tips of
her fingers on either side to prise the labia apart. The aroma of
sex filled the air as they opened with an audible squelch.
Stephanie stared into the irregular dark entrance to her cunt. All
this was calculated and controlled. What followed next was not.
Suddenly something snapped in Stephanie. Her desire to feel and
taste and suck on Venetia's hot wet sex overwhelmed her. Still
holding the labia with the tips of her fingers, she plunged her
head down between Venetia's thighs and centred her tongue on the
opening she had made, thrusting her tongue into Venetia's cunt as
far as it would go. Venetia's cunt felt tight and wet: she tasted
sweet. Stephanie reamed her with her tongue and heard her moan with
pleasure. She sucked her labia into her mouth too, greedy to taste
every part of her.
Venetia's body
was throbbing. She closed her eyes for a moment and in the darkness
felt Stephanie's mouth working frantically on her sex. Then she
opened them again to watch Stephanie's head bobbing between her
thighs, her long black hair draped over her lap.
Venetia was
coming. Her body began to sing as Stephanie's mouth moved up from
her cunt to her hard, engorged clitoris. The very tip of
Stephanie's tongue teased it at first, just the faintest of
touches. But the
dildo and out to touch and excite every nerve in her body and lock
every muscle, as her eyes rolled back in her head to envelope her
in a blackness so total it was as though she'd passed out.
She felt the
dildo slide out of her sex and Venetia's body roll to one side. For
a moment she could not move. The aftermath was too involving,
demanding all her mind and senses. But as her mind slowly regained
precedence over her emotions again, she turned her head to look at
Venetia who was lying on her side in a foetal position, her knees
drawn up against her large breasts, the big black dildo nestling
against her belly.
Stephanie got
to her knees. She unbuckled the strap in the small of Venetia's
back. Venetia opened her legs and Stephanie pulled the strap away.
She unbuckled the waist belt too and threw the harness to one
side.
Moving down
the bed, Stephanie kissed Venetia's hip. There was no need to
return the favour, of course. Venetia was a slave, a thief, she
could be used like all the other slaves, used and discarded. But
Venetia was special. It was only six months ago that Venetia had
been the first woman Stephanie had ever had sex with. That wasn't
quite true. There had been a woman before, with Martin, but
Stephanie - though the experience had thrilled her - had always
thought of that as Martin's fantasy, not her own. With Venetia, for
the first time, it had been one on one. She could not delude
herself that it was to give a man pleasure. The pleasure had been
all her own. Of course then she had known nothing of the castle and
all its secrets, and little about her own proclivities.
But whatever
she had learnt subsequently had not changed her basic affection for
Venetia and she knew it never would. She would play with her, tease
her, use her but she could never leave her, as she was now, excited
yet unfulfilled.
With pressure
from her hand Stephanie indicated that Venetia should turn onto her
back. Almost before she had done so Stephanie leant forward, her
mouth lapping at Venetia's flat navel. Venetia opened her legs and
Stephanie immediately moved her head down to her sparsely haired
pubis. She could see where the straps of the harness had chafed her
inner thighs and she kissed the red marks tenderly, making Venetia
moan.
Venetia's
labia were the most symmetrical Stephanie had ever seen, an almost
perfect oval neatly contained by fleshy outer lips. Her fair pubic
hair, nowhere longer than half an inch but not shaved or cut, only
covered the triangle of her belly and there was nothing to conceal
the detail of her sex. The labia glistened. Wrapping her arms
around the underside of both her thighs, Stephanie used the tips of
her fingers on either side to prise the labia apart. The aroma of
sex filled the air as they opened with an audible squelch.
Stephanie stared into the irregular dark entrance to her cunt. All
this was calculated and controlled. What followed next was not.
Suddenly something snapped in Stephanie. Her desire to feel and
taste and suck on Venetia's hot wet sex overwhelmed her. Still
holding the labia with the tips of her fingers, she plunged her
head down between Venetia's thighs and centred her tongue on the
opening she had made, thrusting her tongue into Venetia's cunt as
far as it would go. Venetia's cunt felt tight and wet: she tasted
sweet. Stephanie reamed her with her tongue and heard her moan with
pleasure. She sucked her labia into her mouth too, greedy to taste
every part of her.
Venetia's body
was throbbing. She closed her eyes for a moment and in the darkness
felt Stephanie's mouth working frantically on her sex. Then she
opened them again to watch Stephanie's head bobbing between her
thighs, her long black hair draped over her lap.
Venetia was
coming. Her body began to sing as Stephanie's mouth moved up from
her cunt to her hard, engorged clitoris. The very tip of
Stephanie's tongue teased it at first, just the faintest of
touches. But the
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