Orgasm Girl

Rocking the harness the dominatrix inspected her work. Very pleased she said, “Very nice” in the foreign language. Her hands soon came to rest on the knees of her captive as she began to examine her. The hands slowly wandered upwards as Kelly kept her tongue this time. The mystery woman thought, ‘She does learn quickly doesn’t she?’ 

The wandering hands slid over the outline of the transparent my little pony t-shirt and panties. Tracing the sublime firm body, the fingers grazed over the logo of the pony which spanned over Kelly’s hard nipples that poked through her shirt. Flicking and teasing the diamonds under the material it dawned on the dominatrix that she had trapped Kelly’s flesh beneath the shirt.

Hearing a clink of steel that Kelly knew unmistakably was a knife leaving its protective sheath, whimpered, “Don’t cut me.”  The redhead quivered making the enchantress actually feel sorry for her, as she added a begging plea, “Please!” Placing a caring finger over her lips, the temptress silenced any further pleas from the redhead and calmed her by placing a soft lingering kiss on her lips.  Puckering lips pouted once they were abandoned by the teasing lover.

The cold metal of the blade worked its way in between Kelly’s skin and the fabric. A few skillful maneuvers and the shirt was teasingly cut in half, then into fours until it easily slid out from beneath the rope.  Taking pride in her clever handywork, the mistress rewarded herself by fondling the upturned pink breast that she just freed in front of her.  She flicked and twisted them between her index finger and thumb as the psychologist moaned out breathless whimpers. Kelly too was happy with her achievement, on so many levels.

Never in Kelly’s wildest dreams could she imagine the sensational feeling of being tied up, hung up, blind folded and slowly feeling a pair of soft wet lips engulf her hard nipples. She screamed out so loud it made the mistress consider gagging her. But she liked the sounds the redhead was making as it was turning her on too. The skilled woman felt it was worth the risk of getting caught and she did like the way Kelly moaned.

“Baise elle est chaude” purred the woman suckling on Kelly’s breasts. And although Kelly didn’t speak French she recognized at least two of the words as being fuck and hot. Being the good psychologist that she was, she quickly assumed that with the tone she had used, those two words together and what she was doing with her tongue, could only mean what she said was a good thing.

 

With a loud popping sound, the seductress released the breast in her mouth and slid down Kelly’s abdomen.  The idea of Kelly wearing that cute little shirt and matching panties stirred something within the dominatrix as she teased the skin inside her thighs.  A moment later Kelly erupted, “That tickles!” in a fit of giggles. She pressed and pulled trying to move but the ropes held, as they were intended to do.

Stopping her manipulations, the mystery lover stared up at her victim and saw that her chest was throbbing and it wasn’t entirely from the tickling. She tried to act strong but when the lover’s light touches turned into fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, she moaned.  “God, this fucking hot!” To her surprise the woman’s voice echoed back. “Oui”

Letting go of her posterior the redhead again heard the knife leave its protective sheath. Clearly the mystery woman was in more of a hurry this time as she removed the soaked panties with three single swipes of the blade. As soon as the fresh air brushed against Kelly’s cool muff, she pushed back into the swing. The sensation was almost more than she could bear; almost.  

Warm hands grabbed onto her ass and thrust her forward. The mistress buried her head deep within Kelly’s legs as a tongue licked and teased her.  Kelly moaned and couldn’t help that she secretly wanted Lady Casanova to fuck the shit out of her. But with another flick of her tongue, Kelly again screamed out. Perhaps it wasn’t such a well hidden secret after all she thought as she moaned yet again.

As each hand fastened itself to Kelly’s tender ass, it gave the charmer free rein to the delectable treat that laid beneath those sweet purple panties. The psychologist was very thankful she had been tied up because she was positive that if she hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have been able to sit still for the woman who was equally skilled with the fancy bondage, usage of a knife and now eating her out. 

As the redhead writhed above her, Kelly felt herself straining against the ropes but rather than pushing away, she was trying to push further into the attentive mouth of her unexpected guest. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuucccck!” Screamed the woman reaching her climax. Standing up, the femme fatale wiped her mouth on her sleeve as she commented, “Très Bon!”  The impromptu lover took advantage of Kelly’s very powerful orgasm letting her recover. Taking that time, the surprise guest made some additions to her current attire.

It didn’t take as long as the lover thought it would before Kelly’s limp body started to move again.

The confident lover purred a famous international French saying that everyone over the age of 18 has said to their lover at least once. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”  Kelly’s head fell backwards as she relished the words asking if she wanted to have sex with her. The psychologist was beginning to feel that French wasn’t such a bad language after all and after tonight, she was sure her opinion about the romantic language would be forever changed.

Grabbing the ropes that held Kelly above the ground, seductive woman slid between her legs. The temptress glided her hands over Kelly’s thighs and gradually introduced her to a new sensation beckoning at her slit’s entrance.  With careful, easy mini-strokes, the seductress allowed the head of the dildo to penetrate her opening. The panting redhead was so wet it didn’t take long to ease the shaft of the penis inside her.

Unhurriedly swaying back and forth, the strap on was deeply submerged and well lubricated before she continued with a slighter faster pace. The skillful hands left Kelly’s skin and gripped the ropes surrounding her legs instead. The dominatrix’s pace quickened as she started using the momentum of the swing to pound against Kelly’s crotch. Knowing that Kelly was ready for faster and harder thrust, she yelped, “Oh God fuck me!”

Obliging the begging request, the strong arms of the mistress forced the swing back and forth onto her crotch that was supplying Kelly with the ride of her life.  Pounding faster and faster, hard and deeper, the siren grabbed onto one of the swollen breast and fondled it while she continued her pace. Feeling the fake shaft slide in and out of her with great strides with the erotic teasing and twisting of her breast, Kelly screamed like she was having the time of her life.  Never before had she been fucked in such a way. And it felt fantastic!

As Kelly writhed below her lover she felt every bit of sanity leave her. “Oh… my… fucking… God!” she yelled repeatedly. Hearing the doctor’s proclamations only further aroused the woman fucking her as she too felt the spoils of sex dripping down her thigh. The strapping woman barely slowed her pace to allow Kelly to recover in between orgasms.

The jezebel of a woman had to admit, she had slept with a lot of women in her life time, but this would be one very good fuck, she would not soon forget. Something about watching the pale flesh flush to a bright red surprised and fascinated the lover.  She would later come to fantasize about it. When the lover was exhausted more than she had ever been before in this fashion, she withdrew from inside Kelly’s throbbing slit. To her surprise, the dildo and Kelly were still wet.

As the woman flopped back onto the floor in a crab like seat, Kelly whined, “You’re not done are you?”  The woman chuckled at Kelly’s plea. However resting longer than she thought she needed to, Lady Casanova staggered to her feet. Moving to her tied up lover, she dipped a finger into her punnae’s opening and pulled out a finger glistening with feminine moisture and licked it clean. In French she commented, “Delicious.”

But alas it was time for this evening to end. Removing her strap on, which she politely left on the doctor’s terminal as a keep sake, the mystery woman made her way back to Kelly. She hovered above her for a while letting Kelly wonder what she was going to do next.  A pair of incredibly soft lips grazed her lips before she stole one more long passionate kiss. Of all the kisses the psychologist had ever had, including some wild ones at university, that one was definitely different as her insides ached when the seductress slowly pulled away.

Fear of not leaving anytime soon, Lady Casanova immediately headed to the door when Kelly heard the swishing of her cabin doors open when she called out. 

“You can’t leave me like this?” Yelped the psychologist.

Using a remote to the voice translator, a synthesized voice hummed, “You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure something out.”  The successful temptress yet again,  laughed as she left the room leaving the red head in a quite the predicament after all.

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