Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 01

... off to the side of the hall. Doors on either side of the hall looked like they hadn't been opened in years and were most likely personal cabins. Names were scratched into the woodwork. Up some metal spiral stairs, only the railings of which had been scraped of rust, they were in a lobby that was the focus of the cleanup. Soft carpet, hardwood wall panels, antique chairs with soft velvet cushions, and a fully stocked bar with crystal glasses. Hannah started to feel that murder was a less likely outcome.

A woman sat at one of the chairs, staring at papers and ledgers arrayed on the solid oak table. Older than either Hannah or Mari, who were twenty-five and nineteen, respectively, the woman was a very young-looking thirty-two. Wearing a dress that Hannah pegged as the city's fashion of choice last month. A cheap buy when the nobility switches their wardrobe, a fantastic deal for anyone who didn't concern themselves with the latest trend. A soft yellow jacket wrapping a white, overbust corset and a long white pleated dress. Not what Hannah herself would consider fashionable, but the nobility always played by its own rules. Her long blonde hair, done up in curls, was falling out of shape due to the hard work of a busy day. She had a slender, narrow face, but not harshly so and lovely full lips that smiled when she looked up to see her new arrivals.

"Well, now, Mari was right when she said she had the perfect friend for this ship. My plan is to only hire women I would be ...

... willing to bed myself, and you certainly fit the bill." The woman eyed Hannah with interest.

Hannah walked over and straddled the woman in the chair, leaning in to let her breasts caress her face before tilting her head to kiss her. A long kiss, sliding her tongue inside and massaging her soon-to-be employers with her own. Eventually, she pulled away, feeling the blonde woman's lips sucking on her tongue for a moment, trying to keep it in her mouth.

"Any time you crave a taste, I am more than willing," Hannah whispered while breathing deep and putting her breasts in the woman's face, ever so slightly from touching.

"As classy as I am crude," the blonde replied, "That's what your friend said to me and that you were every bit a manipulator with your body as she was."

Without preamble or introducing herself, the woman lifted Hannah backwards onto the table and re-engaged the kiss.

Hannah wrapped her legs around the woman and slid her hand under the jacket and around her back to undo her corset dress. Keeping her other hand running through her blonde curls to the back of her head to hold her kiss in place. Hannah felt her breasts squeezed tightly as two hands found their way under her shirt. Finally releasing the last clasp on the dress, Hannah yanked it down to reveal the smaller, but still more than a handful, breasts. Pushing the dress the rest of the way off with her feet, Hannah felt her top lifted entirely to push their breasts together. The kiss broke for a ...