Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... naked shoulders. Wait, what happened to her bra? Abigail separated and opened her eyes and saw Mistress had it in her hands.

Practiced hands did not need to be watched as Mistress deftly unfastened Abigail's trousers, her gaze never leaving the gorgeous green eyes in front of her. They were wide with a perfect balance of fear and liberation. Mistress yanked and the garment fell to the floor in a pool. Abigail's French-cut matching green panties clung to her bum and her wet pussy.Please, please take them offAbigail begged internally. Mistress saw the dilemma run across Abigail's reddening face.

"Do you have something to say? You may speak."

"I..I... want you, that is would you be so kind as to - " The older taller woman laughed.

"Kind? Oh no, never. Get it out!"

"Please remove my knickers, Mistress, I am on fire!"

The woman was already gripping the smaller sides of the offending lingerie and with a practiced twist pulled and tore the flimsy fabric They dug into Abigail's labia in the doing of it and she cried out in pain. Mistress held them up to the younger woman's face.

"So wet and so sticky. Can you smell your tartness?" The young teacher could smell it and she flushed darker with embarrassment.

The cold of the autumn dissipated and despite being in only her shoes Abigail was on fire. A thin layer of sweat was forming over her entirety. And it felt wondrous.

"Move forward and angle yourself over my desk." Mistress had stepped aside. Abigail ...

... followed the order without speaking and was soon leaning, her wonderful young breasts swinging slightly. She stiffened a wee bit in anticipation. She was surprised to find she was excited for the next blows. Mistress made her wait. Instead, long fingers were sliding up Abigail's fit thighs. They moved over her buttocks scratching in a fine pain.

"Your arousal is pungent, My Toy." Abigail felt a finger insert in her pussy and she moaned in ecstasy. Her body shook and her head fell forward forming a curtain of ginger curls. She whimpered as Mistress moved her finger, no fingers now, three. She was circling around the inside of Abigail's tightness and the feeling was heavenly for both of them. Then the feeling ended as Mistress pulled away. Abigail whimpered slightly and lifted her head. The sound of smacking lips reached her.

"Just as expected. Excellent bold flavor of youth. You have a delectable fanny, My Toy."

Abigail was pleased Mistress was pleased. "Thank you, Mistress. Will you please do more?"

The answer was a whoosh of air and the shot-like slap of wood on skin. The hit was solidly on the meat of her left cheek, and she screamed out in sudden pain. She faltered, her arms shaking but resumed her lean.

"Do not ask for anything unless instructed." Another whoosh and a blow landed on the right. The scream was smaller and the stumble a wee bit less. The pain was now accompanied by a growing heat in her cheeks. And it felt oddly comforting. The pain had rooted in ...