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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... whispered in his ear, shifting against him. He could hear the heat in her thoughts and feel the heat of her body through her sweater and jeans. His own cock was throbbing in his pants. It is, he thought backed. Her hand found his crotch, stroking his hard-on. He groaned and pushed his hand between her thighs. “I want to be your Mistress.” Rachel cupped Hannah's face, tuning the younger woman to face her, their lips inches apart. Aaliyah squeezed his cock, anticipating their kiss. “I want you to be my submissive. My lesbian slave. I've wanted it for so many years. All through High School. And now you are a grown woman, so beautiful, and I want you for my pet.” “But it's a sin.” “I don't care!” she hissed. “And why should it be. We can love each other. Just give me your love and trust and will. Nothing else is more precious.” “I can't,” Hannah whispered, trying to pull away. “You can. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel the heat pumping through your veins. You want nothing more than to fall to your knees and be my little kitten.” “That's not true.” *It is,* Aaliyah insisted. *Well, she wants to be anyone's kitten. But she feels a great deal of shame about it. I could ease her conscious.* You wouldn't be forcing her? *Nope. Just assuaging the guilt that had been ingrained in her.* I wish that. Aaliyah's hand squeezed his cock, pleasure rippled through him. He rubbed harder at her groove, the heat increasing and he could feel her moisture beading through her panties and ...

... jeans as his wife's excitement grew. “Be my kitten.” Hannah bit her lip, looking into her fellow missionary's eyes. Her hips shifted, thighs pressing together. Kyle loved this. It was like watching porn, but so much hotter. It was happening in real life. “Give me your love.” Rachel's thumb stroked Hannah's cheek. Hannah's lips moved. “I couldn't hear you, kitten. You have to meow louder.” “Yes,” moaned Hannah. “I've always dreamed of being taken by someone. But no one ever tried. Even if it's a woman, I'll be your kitten.” His jean's zipper rasped; Aaliyah fished his hard cock out, stroking it with her dusky hand, gathering his leaky precum to lube her fist. He rubbed harder at her cunt, digging her jeans into her groove. She moaned, shifting her hips, humping against his rubbing hand. “Then undress.” “What?” gasped Hannah, throwing a glance at Kyle and his wife. “Kittens don't wear clothes,” Rachel purred, twirling a long lock of Hannah's brown hair. “So strip!” Hannah flinched at the intensity of her new mistresses command, her hands flying to the pearl buttons of her white blouse, working furiously down, then she shrugged out of the blouse, her neck and chest as flushed as her chest, half-hidden by her plain, white bra that supported her rather generous melons. “That's it,” hissed Kyle. “Strip, you little slut.” Aaliyah moaned yes, and stroked his cock faster, her eyes locked on the blossoming lesdom before them. The bra came off and Kyle, Aaliyah, and Rachel moaned their ...