Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... breaking stride, though whether that was a measure of her professionalism or not I'll have to let the reader decide. Fatima, almost beyond the realm of rational thought, made the decision whether consciously or subconsciously that she would not put up a fight. It could only make things worse, she concluded. It was a wise move. A minute or two later, she was concerned about nothing except the orgasm which was stealing up upon her, and which she wanted simultaneously both to hasten and delay.

'Yeah! Don't stop!' she told Hermione, not caring whether this would adversely affect the woman or not.

Smiling broadly, the shrink drove the dildo home with long, even strokes. This time, she knew that she herself wouldn't come, but she was cool with that. She was more than confident in the Pakistani girl's ability to bring her off in due course.

Fatima clenched her teeth, drove her fingernails into the mattress and enjoyed the same kind of orgasm that Hunter had provided her with all those months before. All that was missing was the feeling of the wad of hot jism being released inside her glory hole.

Fatima had scarcely recovered from her orgasm when Hermione suddenly announced that that was it for the night: she had an early morning session and needed to get some sleep. She took off the strap-on and handed it back to Fatima; perhaps in the circumstances not the smartest thing to do.

When she saw the younger woman put it on, Hermione made her way to the bathroom, locking ...

... the door behind her. She took the opportunity to brush her teeth and prepare herself for bed, putting on a robe that was hanging on the back of the door. She re-entered the room and saw no trace of either Fatima or her clothes. She went to check her phone, which she'd left on the table beside the bed, and was in the middle of sending a message to her husband when she was grabbed from behind. Her phone fell to the carpet as she struggled to shrug the Pakistani girl off. But the younger, taller woman was too strong for her, loosening the cord on her robe and pulling the garment off her in one easy movement. Just before she was unceremoniously pushed onto the bed, she could feel the cool glass banging against her buttocks. She tried to shake her assailant off, but before she knew it Fatima had her in the missionary position and wasthat close from entering her.

'Look! At least, tongue me first,' the older woman pleaded.

Fatima didn't bother to reply. Her response was instantaneous, as she nudged herself into position before inching the fake cock into Hermione's cunt. Without the wetness which would have been generated by a little foreplay, the sensation was none too pleasant for the psychiatrist. She tried to push back against Fatima, but her actions only ended up easing the entry of the unwanted intruder into her tight box.

'Please, I beg of you, I'm not comfortable at all,' she said, something like genuine concern in her voice.

'You should have thought about that ...