arsehole and then between my swollen lips. It explored between them, each movement making me shudder with pleasure. I expected her to enter me but the finger withdrew. I was sad and nonplussed. I wanted her touch; my body needed her touch. While my beaten buttocks still burned my desire burned even hotter.
But then something round and smooth and cool pressed against my fanny. Fingers parted my lips and the object slid into the vestibule to my hole. It felt like a vast hard ball was pushing against me. Then with a little more force, it entered me. I gasped as my canal opened to receive it. I realised that it was the huge ebony dildo that lived on Madame’s desk. I was horrified. It was so large, surely it could not enter me; I would be torn asunder. Nevertheless, slowly and skilfully Madame introduced it into me. It felt as if I was being impaled on an admittedly blunt and smooth but nevertheless immense stake. It threatened to pierce my whole body and emerge through my throat. Each thrust pushed it a fraction of an inch up my tunnel and each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my clitoris. While my head swam with delirious ecstasy I realised that Madame really knew how to use a dildo. She didn’t just force it into me, she withdrew it a little way and twisted it, and each re-entry renewed the feelings that rippled through me.
At last it seemed that no more of the long black instrument could be forced into me. Now Madame began a repetitive oscillation that made the whole of my insides vibrate in unison. If I had been delirious before now I was raving. I moaned and screamed as wave upon wave of orgasm passed through me. At the end I think I did swoon because the next I knew was Madame untying the bonds around my ankles. The dildo had been removed, but my vagina, like my buttocks, burned with the memory of what it had experienced; the vastness of the rod and a vacancy where it had been. Madame pulled on the cords binding my wrists and the silk fell away.
‘Get up, Victoria.’ I slid off the elephant, my legs like jellied eels. I had to rest my hands on the top of the stool to steady myself before slowly turning to face the headmistress again.
I gasped with surprise when I saw her. Madame Thackeray was naked. I couldn’t help but examine her body, and she stood calmly while I looked at her. For a woman past her youth she was extremely handsome. Her breasts were not large but were firm, and her nipples pointed upwards. They and the aureoles were a deep red. Her stomach was flat and her thighs smooth and strong. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. My eyes were drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and formed in tight blonde curls. Her skin glowed pink and showed a sheen of perspiration from her exertions. A few moments passed, and then she smiled and held out a hand.
‘Come, Victoria.’ She took my hand and guided me around to the side of her bed.
‘Get on,’ she urged and while I struggled to climb onto the high mattress she slid her bottom onto it and lay back on the pillows resting against the headboard. I found myself kneeling facing her. She parted her legs, and then bent her knees, raising her thighs. As she did so her sex appeared, a glistening pink gash beneath the fair wisps of hair. She slid down the satin covers and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. Her lips gaped open.
‘Now, Victoria, your education continues. I know that Albert showed you how a mouth can pleasure a woman. Let us see if you learned from the experience.’ She pulled her thighs further apart so that her crack widened. A long, swollen clitoris peeped from its hooded nest.
Her words recalled the delight that Albert had given me as his lips and tongue worked at my sex. There was a heat coming from her mount and a sweet odour filled my nostrils with desire. This woman, who had beaten me and had excited me so, sought pleasure from me. It seemed to me to be a great honour. I tipped forward, lowering my face towards her
But then something round and smooth and cool pressed against my fanny. Fingers parted my lips and the object slid into the vestibule to my hole. It felt like a vast hard ball was pushing against me. Then with a little more force, it entered me. I gasped as my canal opened to receive it. I realised that it was the huge ebony dildo that lived on Madame’s desk. I was horrified. It was so large, surely it could not enter me; I would be torn asunder. Nevertheless, slowly and skilfully Madame introduced it into me. It felt as if I was being impaled on an admittedly blunt and smooth but nevertheless immense stake. It threatened to pierce my whole body and emerge through my throat. Each thrust pushed it a fraction of an inch up my tunnel and each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my clitoris. While my head swam with delirious ecstasy I realised that Madame really knew how to use a dildo. She didn’t just force it into me, she withdrew it a little way and twisted it, and each re-entry renewed the feelings that rippled through me.
At last it seemed that no more of the long black instrument could be forced into me. Now Madame began a repetitive oscillation that made the whole of my insides vibrate in unison. If I had been delirious before now I was raving. I moaned and screamed as wave upon wave of orgasm passed through me. At the end I think I did swoon because the next I knew was Madame untying the bonds around my ankles. The dildo had been removed, but my vagina, like my buttocks, burned with the memory of what it had experienced; the vastness of the rod and a vacancy where it had been. Madame pulled on the cords binding my wrists and the silk fell away.
‘Get up, Victoria.’ I slid off the elephant, my legs like jellied eels. I had to rest my hands on the top of the stool to steady myself before slowly turning to face the headmistress again.
I gasped with surprise when I saw her. Madame Thackeray was naked. I couldn’t help but examine her body, and she stood calmly while I looked at her. For a woman past her youth she was extremely handsome. Her breasts were not large but were firm, and her nipples pointed upwards. They and the aureoles were a deep red. Her stomach was flat and her thighs smooth and strong. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. My eyes were drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and formed in tight blonde curls. Her skin glowed pink and showed a sheen of perspiration from her exertions. A few moments passed, and then she smiled and held out a hand.
‘Come, Victoria.’ She took my hand and guided me around to the side of her bed.
‘Get on,’ she urged and while I struggled to climb onto the high mattress she slid her bottom onto it and lay back on the pillows resting against the headboard. I found myself kneeling facing her. She parted her legs, and then bent her knees, raising her thighs. As she did so her sex appeared, a glistening pink gash beneath the fair wisps of hair. She slid down the satin covers and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. Her lips gaped open.
‘Now, Victoria, your education continues. I know that Albert showed you how a mouth can pleasure a woman. Let us see if you learned from the experience.’ She pulled her thighs further apart so that her crack widened. A long, swollen clitoris peeped from its hooded nest.
Her words recalled the delight that Albert had given me as his lips and tongue worked at my sex. There was a heat coming from her mount and a sweet odour filled my nostrils with desire. This woman, who had beaten me and had excited me so, sought pleasure from me. It seemed to me to be a great honour. I tipped forward, lowering my face towards her
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