The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Amazon and her Granddaughter Ch. 03

The bed rocked and Katarinka slammed, her breasts bouncing and jiggling, a line of sweat trailing between them as she went as hard as she could. She could feel another wave of orgasms coming and she girded herself for another intense effort, going faster and harder, rapping the toy at her clit until it was almost bruised with the pressure the pleasure was tearing through her like a whirlwind. She tried to keep quiet, but even an Amazon warrior has limits, "Fucccck," she gasped, "Fuuuckkk."

The maid, Sara, was still shrieking in pleasure from her last climax, "Aaarrrrgghhh, aaaarggghhh."

Sweat pouring down her and panting Katarinka began to slow her thrusts to a steady rhythm. She had the strength to continue, but she had other things to do this night and she was sure that the maid would be more than satisfied with the fucking she'd had. The girl realising that they were reaching the end had slumped forward and was groaning in contentment as Katarinka gave a final few thrusts to cool down, before pulling out and staggering up.

"I feel so bad," murmured Sara, "but really good, a little sore, but that was some banging."

"It was enjoyable," agreed Katarinka. She walked over to her purse and perused it. It had certainly been one of the best fucks she'd had that week and she pulled out one of the larger coins, flicking it to Sara before getting on the bed and lying down.

"Thank you, my lady," the naked serving girl marvelled at the gold coin, before gathering her ...

... clothes and heading out. Katarinka remained on the bed until she was sure the young woman wouldn't be returning to collect an errant piece of clothing or retrieve the plates from the supper she had supposedly been delivering before being waylaid by the horny Amazon. Satisfied she wasn't Katarinka was up and sliding into her gear, a leather leotard and skirt which just about covered her woman's weapon. She thought about taking the wooden strap-on off, at ten inches it could be an encumbrance, but some said that an Amazon's strength came from it, a mindless superstition Katarinka knew, their strength came from constant training and practice, but she kept it on. A dagger was slipped into her boot, more as another mascot than because she expected to use it. Finally her calve-length boots, tough but supple.

Ready, she looked out the window of the tower. In the early hours of the morning, not long past midnight, the only people around were a couple of guards and both of them looked like they were happily playing cards next to a lit brazier by the gate. She slowly climbed out of the window and onto the ledge, it was narrower than she'd have preferred and her progress along it was slow. But she had plenty of time, at least if she assumed the guards didn't bother to look up at the tower (and if they did would they see anything in the darkness? She hoped not). Gradually she inched along the edge until, round the corner and over the roof of the hall. It was a nine-foot drop, but easy ...