Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... decided was who would assume control of the encounter at this point. And that became moot, when Hermione, still brandishing the fearsome dildo, brushed off Fatima's attempt to kiss her when she returned from the bathroom and ordered her to get on all fours again.

'I'm going to fuck you in the ass like a dog', she told her.

Fatima thought of standing up to her but the thought of that expertly wielded cock entering her where Hunter had pioneered a trail was just too much for her. Notwithstanding all that, she couldn't stop herself from reflecting on the doctor's complete lack of empathy. Notwithstanding the story she had told her, she reckoned she must be the sort of shrink that if a patient told her she was thinking of committing suicide would tell her to go ahead and jump!

'Talk about being prepared!' Fatima thought, as Hermione calmly informed her that she would just lube her up.

'It's just as if she were prepping me before an operation,' she said to herself.

'Okay,' the doctor said in her best attempt at a bedside manner. 'I'm going in now.'

Fatima wasn't sure what would be entering her, and was gratified when she discovered it was nothing more than her finger. She made a conscious effort to show no response (especially, no positive reaction) as the woman's finger plumbed the depths of her anus. But it was a damn close run thing, especially when her thoughts turned to the imminent invasion of her ass by the huge cock. However hard Fatima might have been ...

... trying to hide her emotions, Hermione knew full well the pleasure she was giving her. She grinned as she started to lube up the glass giant, looking forward to the explosion that would rack Fatima's body when the unyielding column entered her.

When the tip of the bulbous head made contact with the sensitive surrounds of its target, Fatima's muscles, rather than tightening, relaxed to receive her gift. Within a matter of seconds, the tool was inside her, edging its way forward, eliciting moans and gurgles of undisguised ecstasy.

'Am I bigger than your husband?' Hermione asked, rhetorically, since no man, as she thought, could match this weapon.

'Fuck, yes!' replied Fatima, more worried about upsetting Hermione than about strict veracity.

Along her receptive passage moved the dildo, like a train on its inexorable way to journey's end.

'Aw, fuck!' cried Fatima, almost at the limits of her powers of endurance.

Hermione placed her hands on the girl's hips and pushed with her pelvis until her mission had been accomplished. But there was to be no letting up, as she barely paused before she began pumping the girl with an alacrity born of her rising levels of desire.

'I don't think I can take it!' Fatima said, speaking as evenly as she could, worried that Hermione might not look upon a more dramatic or heartfelt appeal with favour.

'You'll be fine,' Hermione assured her. 'You must remember that I'm a professional.'

She managed to hold this conversation without ...