Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... before opening my bag and using my personal property without permission,' Fatima replied, reenforcing her displeasure by jabbing that item of property a little deeper into the shrink's resisting hole.

'You know, I really do need to make an early start tomorrow,' Hermione added plaintively.

'All the more reason to get this done and dusted then,' Fatima responded.

'Lift your legs up so I can get the job done more efficiently,' she went on.

'That's it. Hold your ankles with your hands.'

Reluctantly, Hermione complied. The position was a new one for her and threatened to test her flexibility and endurance to the limits. She soon learned that Fatima hadn't been joking when she had talked about efficiency. She seemed really very keen indeed to get the job done.

To this end she was helped by the sudden change in the condition of the older woman's vagina. No longer was it dry and forbidding; it was as if it had been equipped with an underground irrigation system. Fatima couldn't resist making mention of this when she perceived the change. Withdrawing the shaft from the channel along which it had begun to slide smoothly, she ran her fingers along the moist surface and told Hermione that her arousal betrayed her.

'You have been lying to me, haven't you? All that talk of an early start, when all you really wanted was for me to fuck you; fuck you until I drop.'

Hermione wasn't going to go down without a fight.

'I'm meeting someone for breakfast. It's ...

... important. They've made a very important mental health breakthrough.'

'Have they now?' responded Fatima, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Well, then, first I suggest you practise what you preach. You've been acting in blatant disregard of my mental health. It's time you made amends.'

Having got that off her chest, Fatima told Hermione to get back into the position she had told her to assume a few minutes earlier. Then, kneeling on one knee, she pushed the dildo deep inside what was now an over-lubed channel; over-lubed, that is, as far as Fatima was concerned. She was no longer getting the grip she desired. The entire eight inches was consumed by the woman's cunt like a star being swallowed up by a black hole.

Hermione, by contrast, didn't seem to have any qualms about the process. It would appear that she had also forgotten about her appointment as quickly as she had remembered it. But she did still have one gripe.

'I want to feel your tongue!' she said, trying to conceal any trace of begging.

'Do you now?' Fatima shot back,her turn to cloak her feelings, which had been turning very much in that direction.

Yet she knew she had to keep up appearances, to retain the control she had worked so hard to establish. Clearly, a compromise was in order. She would dangle a carrot in front of the woman. She smiled, as she reflected on the aptness of the metaphor, given the shape and size (if not the colour) of the object with which she was about to bring the shrink to ...