Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven

... Marian tore open the top, causing pearl buttons to fly here and there. With no bra to support her twin globes, Kristina's tits bounced free.

"Nothing secreted there then. That's one avenue eliminated. Now, where would a female spy hide a USB dongle? What do you think, Dalglish?"

The guard stayed silent and stiff-backed as Marian came face to face with the topless blonde.

"Maybe south of the border."

The haughty brunette leaned in close so that Kristina could feel her breath in her face. She shut her thighs as the crop wandered over her legs toward the hem of her skirt. Marian lifted it until her uncovered mons were in view.

"No knickers? Cheeky."

Kristina hissed as the crop ran along her inner left thigh and then her right. She bit her lower lips as she felt her sex tingle and moisten. The crop ran up and down her soft flesh and her thighs kept opening and closing as she was wickedly teased.

"You...you can't do...do this."

Marian licked her fingers and then used her right leg to force open Kristina's thighs. She cupped her mound and the blonde's eyes had a far-away expression. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind of distractions. To her extreme embarrassment, Kristina found herself getting definitely aroused without realising it.

"You...you...you."

Marian cocked her head to the left as she used her thumb and index finger to jiggle the younger woman's clit. Kristina sobbed and panted as her hard nub was milked.

"I had better give ...

... this a few licks to show you who controls things."

Wintergreen went down on her knees and placed both hands on the tops of the cuffed woman's thighs. She pressed her lips to the tiny button and sucked it in with hollowed cheeks. Her tongue flicked at it as she gulped and dribbled down her chin and Kristina's bum crack. She moved her hips to and fro so that her bottom shunted in the seat. Her skirt hiked up so that she was bared up to her midriff.

Marian stood up and sighed. Licking her lips once more she unzipped her own mid-length skirt and let it whisper to her four-inch heels. Her panties came next ass she let both Kristina and Dalglish leer at her pussy and firm backside. Her toned thighs looked pale and smooth above the tops of her sheer black hold-ups. She surprised Kristina as she sat in her lap and sank down hard so that both their pussies met. Marian placed a hand on Kristina's flat belly and started to hump back and forth in a frenzy of pelvic thrusts.

"Holy shit!"

Each stroke got both ladies hotter and hotter as their slippery labia kissed the other. Their pubic hair matted and became dappled with cunt juice as Marian twisted and undulated in the other's lap. Kristina thought she would go crazy with the pent-up desires and pleasurable sensations ran up and down her thighs. Marian pressed down savagely with her crotch until her own thighs were wet and sticky. As she rose and fell she teetered on the edge of eruption and a surge of sublime pleasure shot ...