Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01

... lace bra. Allegra could see Karen's erect nipples push against the fabric of the bra and with her fingernail she scratched at them.

Karen sighed.

Then, drawing Karen closer to her she put her arms around Karen's back and released the bra fastener. The straps went loose and Allegra, holding Karen's gaze, removed the bra and freed her tits. Karen moved to kiss Allegra.

"No, no, not yet," the Italian said. "You are still in your skirt and panties."

Allegra turned her around then unzipped the Valentino black silk pencil skirt. It fell to the ground and Karen stepped out of it. She was wearing La Perla briefs and a suspender belt that held up her stockings. Allegra looked her over, especially her bottom.

"Bella, bello culo, amore," she said.

"What?"

"You have lovely ass, Karen," said Allegra, one hand on either cheek, kneeling them like dough. She stayed there, behind Karen, gently kissing her shoulders and neck, hands working Karen's ass and exploring her. She stopped to disengage the suspender belt from the stockings. That done she squatted behind Karen and slowly lowered her panties. There were faint red finger marks on Karen's ass and Allegra leaned in and kissed them all. Her tongue slid down the outside of Karen's ass crack--her legs wobbled, she moaned--while with her left hand she felt to see how wet Karen had become. Allegra was pleased. Karen's vulva was engorged and her cunt was very wet.

"mmmm," said Allegra.

With the exception of ...

... Erika--more of her later--none of her clients had been this attentive. Karen surrendered herself as her client became the whore. Allegra faced her, took her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and slowly walked backwards to the bed. Karen felt the tug, so erotically charged, and followed, the pain and pleasure in her nipples radiating throughout her body.

"Oh, fuck," she thought. "What is this Italian going to do to me?"

Karen felt her inside thigh get wet. Soon Allegra had manoeuvred her to the edge of the kingsized bed.

"Stand there," she said forcefully.

"Is she a domme?" Karen wondered.

She had seen pictures and heard tales. These musing soon gave way to unbridled lust as Allegra proceeded to strip in front of her. Without breaking eye contact Allegra began to take off her blouse and skirt, dropping them to the ground where she stood. A lacy bra, a little like Karen's, supported her gorgeous tits, 34C or may be 34D. When Allegra released her marvellous orbs they settled very quickly. Her nipples, small, bullet like, sat in the middle of almost maroon aureoles. He skin was olive, and looked smooth.

"You like?" she inquired.

"Y-Yes, very much," said Karen who now feel her cunt weeping with desire for the younger Italian.

Allegra then touched herself through her panties, closed her eyes and moaned. It was all Karen could do not to rush her. But Allegra stood there stroking her vulva through her panties. Karen couldn't help thinking she was quite ...