The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Good morning, Mistress,” purred a voice. Wet lips kissed her face. Fatima smiled, opening her eyes to see Ann's beautiful face framed by her strawberry-blonde curls. She stared into her concubine's blue eyes, reaching up to stroke Ann's fair face with her dusky hand. Ann blushed and shivered. “You are so beautiful,” Fatima sighed. She felt refreshed after her run. She really couldn't remember what she had been running from, but she had put all her energy in fleeing, pushing herself to exhaustion. And now I wake up to Ann's smiling face. “Morning,” murmured a sleepy voice, a warm body pressed against Fatima's back. She turned and smiled at Kayleah's bleached-blonde curls spilling across her pale shoulders and round breasts. Fatima gave her other concubine a kiss on the lips, her hand reaching out to stoke the teen's hip as her tongue slipped into her mouth. Ann pressed into her back, her small breasts rubbing against Fatima. “I love you, Mistress,” Ann whispered. “I'm so glad you found us.” Fatima smiled, breaking the kiss. “Me, too.” “Me three,” giggled Kayleah, her gentle fingers finding Fatima's dark nipple, circling it and sending wonderful sensations thrilling through the young woman. “I think we need to have ourselves a little lesbo lovefest!” Fatima declared, her own fingers finding Kayleah's pink nipples. “It's the best way to start the day.” “Yes, Mistress,” sighed Kayleah. “I'm your slave, Mistress,” purred Ann, her finger tracing ...

... down Fatima's side to then slipped down to touch her Mistress's ass. “Whatever you want, I'll do.” “Aren't I lucky to have a pair of concubines like you?” Fatima grinned. Her skin felt on fire where Ann traced, the concubine's finger working down lower, grazing the cleft between her two asscheeks, teasing her. “We live to please you,” Kayleah moaned. “We love you, Mistress.” “And I love you both.” And Kyle and Aaliyah. Fatima wondered where her husband and wife were. Why wasn't she in his bed? Where am I? Ann's finger wormed between her butt-cheeks, brushing her sphincters, electricity rushing through her. Then Kayleah's warm mouth engulfed her nipple, the concubine's tongue swirling about her nub between sucks, sending pleasure surging through her. Fatima gasped as Ann's finger pushed into her ass, working back and forth, adding more wonderful sensations to her body. “You delightful sluts,” Fatima moaned. Kayleah switched nipples, sucking harder, her teeth grazing lightly, little nips; Fatima's body twitched with the quick stab of pain and pleasure. She stroked her bleached-blonde hair, delighting in the silky feel. Ann's finger pumped faster and then the wonderful concubine slipped a second finger into her ass, spreading her open, intensifying her pleasure. Her hips shifted, pushing back into Ann's probing fingers. Her pussy was on fire, her two concubines igniting an inferno between her thighs and she needed it quenched. Her hand pressed on the top of Kayleah's head. The ...