Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine (13 page)

‘Yes,’ he panted.

Next Kate eased Sam onto his back on the bed with one hand, the other still caressing his shaft. Sam propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Kate sat beside him and continued to work on his erection.

The sight of his gorgeous partner masturbating him so skilfully and of himself wearing her panties and stockings inflamed him as much as the rhythmic touch of her fingers on his hardness.

‘Take off your panties,’ Kate then said. ‘And I’ll take off my panties too – and everything else beside.’

Once they’d both done this, Kate said, ‘I’m going to call you Samantha from now on. How do you feel about that?’

‘Overwhelmed,’ Sam – correction, Samantha replied. ‘I’m so thrilled and delighted I think I might burst with happiness.’

‘I want to make you even happier,’ Kate said.

She then got up onto the bed and squatted down over Samantha with one bare foot on either side of her head. She was looking directly at Samantha’s aching erection standing up so proud and throbbing so insistently. Still gazing at that arousing sight, Kate pressed her naked crotch onto Samantha’s face.

‘Lick my pussy,’ she said and Samantha began to play her tongue back and forth over the warm wet flesh of her sex, searching out her clit. As she flicked at her hard, pink clitoris with her tongue, Kate’s oozing love juice filled her mouth. Samantha swallowed Kate’s delicious juices with a shiver of delight, feeling her hard cock throbbing even more with excitement.

Kate began to really ride Samantha’s mouth after that, pressing down hard. She moaned with pleasure, feeling Samantha’s tongue working deeper into her sex. ‘That’s absolute bliss,’ she said, shifting position slightly. ‘Now do the same to my arsehole. Work on it with your tongue while I masturbate.’

As Kate’s anus closed around the tip of her tongue, Samantha began to slowly press in and out, each stroke of her sinuous tongue probing deeper. At the same time Kate started masturbating, pushing her fingers into the warm wetness of her pussy. Raising her arms and taking hold of Kate’s backside, Samantha very gently splayed her rear cheeks further apart, gaining even deeper entry. Samantha was in seventh heaven, consumed with the delirious pleasure of working on Kate’s anus with her tongue while she in turn masturbated hard.

Masturbating harder still, Kate rose and fell over Samantha’s mouth as her tongue energetically explored her anal hole. Kate could feel her orgasm building in her until she had almost reached the peak of pleasure. And then it came. Kate screamed out her climax, pressing down on her clit and riding wildly on Samantha’s face as she carried on tonguing her anus for all she was worth. She only stopped when Kate told her to.

‘Your turn for some oral attention now,’ Kate said, lifting her backside from Samantha’s face and removing her fingers from her own sodden sex. She began to take Samantha’s shaft into her mouth, sucking at it its smooth, glistening surface and sliding her tongue over its throbbing length.

Kate rose and fell rhythmically, drawing in her cheeks so that her mouth was warm and tight over Samantha’s pulsing erection. Samantha was conscious of layer upon layer of sensation building up within her, taking her inexorably to the point of no return and beyond. Her whole body stiffened as she climaxed, pumping spurt after spurt of creamy come down Kate’s throat.

When Kate had drawn down the last drops of sperm from Samantha’s shaft she climbed off her prone body, turned around, and snuggled into her arms. ‘You know what I’d like to see you in next, darling?’ she said.

‘What’s that?’ Samantha asked.

‘Leather fetish wear,’ Kate replied, adding with a chuckle, ‘from my own company, needless to say.’

‘Sounds fantastic,’ Samantha said. ‘I’ll leave myself in your capable hands.’

‘Know what I’m going to do to you once I’ve got you into all that sexy leather gear?’ Samantha said. ‘It would complete your transformation in my view.’

‘I’ve no idea,’ Samantha said. ‘Please tell me.’

So she did.

Samantha was very taken with the items of leather fetish wear Kate had selected for her when she saw them, even more so once she’d put them on in the bedroom. They were all of tight, black leather and she loved everything about them: the new leather smell of them, the soft feel of them, the seductive look of them.

She loved the ultra-short flared skirt that hugged her hips so sensuously and, beneath it, the high-cut leather panties holding her shaft upright. She gave a shiver of excitement as she felt her tumescence strain against the tight leather of the panties. The feel of the constricting garment was tantalizing on the sensitive flesh of her cock.

Above all she loved the leather top. The shiny material clung to her curves, covering her from the waist up to the neck in a glossy second skin. The top also had little breast pads subtly built in, which was a thrilling addition. The garment left her slender arms totally uncovered, but was finished with a tight collar that extended high up the neck.

The spike-heeled ankle boots finished off the outfit beautifully in her view. She found that their high heels caused the muscles in her backside, thighs, and calves to tauten and gave her a delightfully feminine gait.

Samantha stood in front of the freestanding mirror and surveyed with unconditional approval the blonde girl reflected in the glass before her. She was a long-limbed, smooth-skinned, leather-clad beauty, and no mistake. The porcelain-white face looked lovely – the eyebrows were fine lines, the sparkling honey-brown eyes were subtly rimmed with mascara and eyeliner, and the full, sensuous lips were outlined in glistening pink lipstick of a shade most becoming to her.

Samantha ran her dainty hands, their well-manicured nails painted red, over her seductive black leather outfit as she posed for herself in the mirror. She was in love with her own body as it appeared before her. The high collar made her neck look even more slender. The tight top not only gave her a beautifully shaped little bust but also cinched in her waist to perfection. And the extreme miniskirt showed off the glimmering paleness of her thighs and helped give the illusion that most of her height was in her nicely curved legs, an effect that was further enhanced by her spike-heeled ankle boots.

Breathing deep of the perfume-scented air in the bedroom – a little of which she’d sprayed on herself – she undulated back and forth in front of the tall mirror, delighting in her own reflection. Her face was model-girl beautiful. Her well-shaped body moved with sleek, polished grace and easy fluidity, a natural sway to the hips. Samantha looked marvellous and felt marvellous too.

‘I adore that outfit on you,’ Kate said as she entered the bedroom. She was stark naked apart from stiletto heeled black leather boots – oh, and one other item: the well-lubricated strap-on dildo jutting from her crotch.

‘Take your panties off and get onto your hands and knees,’ she said. ‘I am, as you already know, going to pop your cherry.’

Samantha took off the leather panties and knelt down on all fours. Kate then got into position behind Samantha and began to penetrate her, pressing her dildo slowly and carefully deep into her opening. Samantha’s hole tightened and relaxed with the slow movements of Kate’s strap-on, in and out. The fingers of both Kate’s hands pressed firmly on Samantha’s backside, as she carried on fucking her in a regular rhythm.

Samantha felt a fierce thrill of erotic pleasure course through her at every touch, whether on her quivering behind or inside her. She could feel the heat emanating off her backside with the touch of Kate’s hands and each of her rhythmic thrusts as she subtly built up momentum.

Eventually Kate was fucking Samantha fast and hard, the lubed-up dildo easing entry into and out of her. The ache in Samantha’s erection grew more intense, charged by the frantic pumping of Kate’s strap-on. Samantha’s backside rose and fell to meet her lover’s escalating thrusts as she penetrated her faster, harder.

Kate then reached underneath Samantha and took her throbbing shaft in her hand. She masturbated her deftly, the smooth caress of her fingers complementing the pumping in-and-out motion of her strap-on.

Samantha was breathing short, gasping breaths and thrusting her backside up and down, her shaft flexing within Kate’s fist as she luxuriated in the euphoric sensation of being fucked and masturbated at the same time. She was very close to climaxing. And then she did, ejaculating thick wads of creamy-white come in one ecstatic spasm after another. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life.

‘How do you feel now that I’ve deflowered you, my darling?’ Kate asked, leaving the dildo within her but removing her fingers from her now-spent shaft.

Samantha didn’t have to think for even a moment before replying. ‘Complete,’ she said happily. ‘I feel complete.’

Anita and Angie Get Wet

The creamy stuccoed Georgian terraced house was in a residential street just north of High Street Kensington in central London. The property had been converted at some stage into three solid, high-ceilinged apartments, and Anita and her lover, a submissive blonde called Angie, occupied the one on the ground floor.

It was early evening and the two beautiful young women were in the living room. Anita sat in a black leather armchair and was as naked as Angie, who knelt at her feet. Angie, whose backside was rosy-red from the robust spanking Anita had recently given it, was gazing out of the full-length, net-curtained window at the dark, wet dusk outside.

‘You’d never know it was the middle of summer,’ Angie said, looking at a sky stacked with clouds like black mountains. Rain crackled in the street and cars edged by slowly, water spilling out from their tyres, their windscreen wipers swishing. ‘I wish I didn’t have to go out this evening in such filthy weather,’ she continued, still looking out at the relentless, dreary rain. She turned her blue-eyed gaze away from the window and looked up at Anita. ‘And I especially wish I didn’t have to visit my stepmother, of all people. I never could see what my dear father – God rest his soul – ever saw in that bloody woman. She’s awful, you know, Anita: a snob, a bore, a prude …’

‘I can well understand your reluctance to visit her,’ Anita interrupted, running her fingers through her lustrous auburn hair. ‘I’ll bet you’d much rather be here having great sex with me.’

‘That’s for sure,’ Angie replied, her clitoris twitching at the thought. ‘But needs must, I guess.’

‘If you say so.’ Anita smirked. There was a wicked glint in her hazel-green eyes.

‘I need to make my way over to her place soon,’ Angie said resignedly, glancing again out of the rain-splattered window. ‘So I’d better get dressed.’

‘I hope you won’t be wearing any underwear,’ Anita cautioned.

‘I never do, not since you told me to stop wearing it,’ Angie said, feeling another twinge between her legs. ‘I’m very obedient to you, aren’t I?’

‘You are indeed,’ Anita agreed.

Angie, despite her resigned statement a few moments earlier, had made no move so far to get up from her knees, never mind put any clothes on. ‘Hey,’ she said. ‘Just think how disapproving my puritanical stepmother would be if she knew you and I are lovers rather than innocent “flat-mates”.’ She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

‘Not to mention how she’d feel if she knew about all the other things we get up to.’ A suggestive smile curled the corners of Anita’s lips. ‘Think how shocked she’d be during your visit if she knew you had nothing on under your dress, your wet pussy completely shaved, and your backside still aglow from the spanking yours truly gave it earlier. The thought of that should make a potentially very tedious evening a bit more interesting for you, wouldn’t you agree?’

‘I would.’ Angie felt a real ache between her legs now. ‘I’ll be on my best behaviour with her, as I always am. But I’m afraid she’s going to find me very distracted as company this time, the state you’ve got me into.’

‘I’m sure she will,’ Anita said. And I haven’t even gone beyond first base yet, my sweet, she thought mischievously; just you wait and see. ‘Then of course there’ll be all those trips to the bathroom you’ll have to make when you’ll be returning all flushed.’

‘I will?’

‘Oh yes. You’ll be wanking yourself stupid every time you go there. You’re a horny little slut, Angie, what are you?’

‘A horny little slut,’ Angie agreed cheerfully. ‘And what are you going to be doing while I’m away?’

‘I think I’ll just take myself in hand.’

‘Take yourself in hand?’

‘Yes,’ Anita replied, spreading her thighs and rubbing her pussy ostentatiously. ‘Read my hips: take myself in hand.’ She teased the folds of her sex wide open and ran her fingertips against the pink flesh, concentrating on the hooded pearl of pleasure.

‘What, you’ll be masturbating for the
whole
time I’m away?’ Angie asked, the idea of it – and the sight of what Anita was now doing – exciting her even more. It made her own clitoris pulse more insistently and her pussy dampen further.

‘That’s right. I’m going to have a real wankathon,’ Anita said, continuing to roll her fingers actively over the stiffness of her clit before dipping them right into her wet pussy, plunging them in and out rhythmically. Then she stopped herself. Not yet, not yet.

She took her hand from her sex and pushed it into Angie’s mouth. Angie sucked at her lover’s sticky fingers until Anita pulled them away and ran them languorously up over her own erect nipples.

‘Your fingers were nice and wet when you put them in my mouth,’ Angie said, still savouring the taste of her lover’s juices. ‘Will you allow yourself to squirt when you wank?’

Anita could do that sometimes, but the circumstances had to be just right. She could only ejaculate by her own hand – nobody else’s –and she had to get the pressure on her G-spot
just so
.

‘I might squirt, I might not,’ Anita said with a shrug. ‘That’s for me to know.’

‘I suppose, one way or another, I’ll find you in a state of complete sexual exhaustion on my return,’ Angie said.

‘More than likely, yes.’ Anita returned her fingers to her sex and began to pleasure herself again, rubbing gently. ‘Basically I’m going to wank and wank and wank until I’m all wanked out.’

‘Will you be watching lesbian porno movies while you’re jilling yourself off time and time again like that?’ Angie and Anita had between them acquired quite a collection of such films, some with a BDSM theme, some without; all of them hot and steamy.

‘I’ll only be watching the lesbian porno movies in my head,’ Anita replied, still slowly masturbating.

‘Meaning?’

‘One word,’ Anita said. ‘Memories.’

‘Memories?’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘What sort?’

‘Amazingly erotic ones,’ Anita gently worked her fingers over her sex. ‘That’s because I’ll be concentrating on my “first times”. The first female to make love to me, to give you just one example, was a lovely porcelain-skinned redhead at college. Claire, her name was.’

‘So what about this Claire?’ asked Angie. Her pussy felt very slippery now.

‘She was a year older than me, drop-dead gorgeous, and I had a huge crush on her. I’d an even bigger crush on her once she’d gone down on me. That was an incredible experience, I can tell you.’

‘I’ll bet!’ Angie exclaimed. What are you trying to
do
to me, Anita? she thought. God, she felt horny.

‘But I’ve so many sexy first time memories,’ Anita went on as she continued slowly masturbating. ‘Finger-fucking you up against that dark wall about half an hour after we’d met at that oh-so-respectable party. Remember that, do you, by any chance?’ She took her hand away from her sex again; didn’t want to have an orgasm yet, wanted to stay in control.

‘Need you ask?’ Angie replied breathlessly. Anita was making her so sexually excited she was now soaked. She could feel trickles of wetness running down the inside of her legs. ‘I mean, do you really need to ask whether I remember that particular experience? For me it was mind-blowing, life changing.’

‘No,’ Anita replied, her eyes gleaming, ‘I guess I don’t need to ask.’

‘Here’s another memory for you,’ Angie said. ‘What about the time in that smart Italian restaurant in Old Compton Street when you told me to go into the ladies’, remove my underwear, bin it, and never wear any again?’

‘That’s a good one,’ said Anita. ‘OK, what about the first time I spanked that tight, round butt of yours? Remember that? I’m sure you do.’

‘I’ll say I do,’ Angie replied with a faraway look. It had been the first time she’d realised that Anita, the woman with whom she was already head over heels in love, could also give her what she wanted sexually, what she craved. Angie’s clit was positively buzzing now and her pussy was
so
wet.

‘It all came to me in a flash, I recall,’ Anita said. ‘You’d come out with some comment or other I’d found particularly irritating – can’t for the life of me even remember what it was now – and I decided right there and then to punish you for it.’

Angie picked up the story. ‘I can remember like it was yesterday what you did to me.’ Her blue eyes shone. ‘All of a sudden you told me to bend over the kitchen table, flicked up my short skirt to reveal my bare bottom, and started to spank me. And you didn’t hold back. I mean, you really thrashed the living daylights out of me.’

‘And, boy, did it have an effect,’ Anita said. ‘It made you climax so violently I thought you were having a fit.’

‘I thought I was as well,’ Angie replied, her heart beating faster at the vivid memory of that first spanking she’d received from her lover. Her body let out a little shiver, she was so excited. And all the while her clit throb-throb-throbbed and her pussy got wetter still.

‘Anything else you recall about the experience?’

‘Only that I’d so much love juice running down my thighs you told me you thought I’d wet myself,’ Angie replied. ‘And, while we’re on the subject, Anita, what sort of effect do you think you’ve been having on me now with all this juicy first time stuff? You’ve got me so wet and horny I’m going out of my mind. Do I
have
to go and visit my God-awful stepmother this evening?’ She briefly glanced out of the window. The rain had decreased somewhat but was still falling steadily.

‘You’re the one who said you had to go and see her, not me,’ Anita reminded her, bringing her fingers back to her pussy and starting to masturbate again.

‘Yeah, I know. She’s expecting me, so I guess I’d better go.’

‘It’s up to you.’ Anita shrugged, continuing to stroke her wet sex.

‘If only there was some way I could get out of the visit without lying to her. You know what a lousy liar I am. I’m absolutely hopeless at it, couldn’t fool anyone. I wish there was some way I could stay here with you instead, so you could fuck me senseless with your strap-on dildo.’

‘Always assuming that’s what I feel like doing,’ Anita said, a slight edge to her voice. But still she kept masturbating, her fingers moving in tight, slippery circles.

‘Oh yes,’ Angie assured her respectfully. ‘Only if that’s what you want too, of course. What I’m really trying to say is that you could do anything you wanted to me – put me into bondage, beat me again and even harder this time –
anything
.’ Her blonde hair was damp against her neck and her breathing was ragged as she stared imploringly into her lover’s gleaming eyes.

‘Well.’ Anita pursed her lips as if in deep thought. ‘There
might
be a way.’ She removed her fingers from the dripping wetness of her pussy.

‘Just say the word,’ Angie replied, her own juicy sex pulsing at the possibility.

‘Stand up,’ Anita said, as she also got to her feet.

‘Now what?’ Angie asked, her heart beating rapidly. She could feel a thrill running through her body like an electric current. ‘I’ll do anything you say.’

Anita’s eyebrows lifted eloquently. ‘Will you indeed?’

‘Yes, oh yes.’ Angie’s breath was coming quicker, her pulse racing wildly in her breast, her clit pulsing wildly in her sex.

‘OK, what I want you to do is pick up the phone and call your stepmother.’ Anita brought the hand with which she’d been masturbating to Angie’s crotch and started to push upwards into her pussy. She found that it was sopping wet – as she’d known very well it would be. ‘You’re to tell her something has come up. In fact, you’re to tell her,’ she continued, pushing her fingers in and out of her lover’s wetness with ever more vigour, ‘that what’s come up is very urgent.’ Her fingers were like ramming rods now, sliding furiously in and out of Angie’s sodden vagina. Then she started to grind them hard against her stiff clit.

‘I’ll do that.’ Angie gasped, her whole body shaking. She was
this
close to orgasm, but she mustn’t let that happen, she simply mustn’t. ‘I’ll ph-phone straight away.’

‘Tell her you’ll be tied up for the next few hours,’ Anita added. ‘You won’t be lying about that either.’

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