Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... orgasm.

'That all depends on how I feel, and on whether you insist on spinning me silly stories. And there was I thinking that someone working in the healthcare profession would understand better than the rest of us the need to be honest with yourself if you wanted to become a better person.'

Hermione might in normal circumstances have wished to respond with a more nuanced analysis of the role of psychiatric health provision, but these weren't normal circumstances.

'Please!' she said, not caring that she sounded like a supplicant before a monarch. 'Please, just fuck me!'

'Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it? Coming on this conference won't be such a waste of time after all, will it?'

Fatima was really in her element now, and in no mood to let her catch off the hook.

'In future, you will tell your patients to be honest with themselves. And more importantly, you will be honest with them.'

Hermione remained silent. Fatima could tell that she was facing her own very personal Rubicon. To stress how seriously she considered this breakthrough to be, she had shown no sign of resuming the fucking which Hermione felt in such desperate need of.

'Well?' she said softly.

'Okay, yes,' Hermione responded.

Sensing that the Pakistani girl was expecting a whole lot more than this, Hermione, much like Luther nailing his theses to the door of the church in Wittenberg, offered up her declaration of intent.

'Okay, I will require more honesty from my ...

... patients.'

'That's not enough,' replied Fatima. 'Youknow that's not enough.'

'And I will be more honest and open with them in return,' she added humbly.

'Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?' said Fatima in a much warmer tone.

But still she hadn't finished with her.

'Above all,' she continued, 'you will be more honest with yourself. No more posturing and pretending, no more posing as the professional know-it-all.'

Being spoken to like this by this young, untrained Moslem woman was more than Hermione could tolerate. But still she kept silent, overwhelmed by the desire to feel that cock, that expertly wielded cock, back where it belonged - in her aching pussy.

'Yes?' Fatima asked her simply.

'Okay, yes,' replied Hermione, swallowing her pride, because the alternative was at that moment unthinkable to her.

Fatima signalled her acceptance of Hermione's commitment to change by easing the cock back inside the older woman's sodden pussy.

She began to build up momentum, having the time now to register surprise at how tight Hermione was. She had imagined that she would be rather more, well, loose, maybe a little flabby, even. The fake cock certainly fitted her very nicely. She suddenly thought how much Hunter would love to have been a fly on the wall; then shuddered as she realised that he would much prefer to be in her place, his penis embedded in the blonde woman's hungry cunt.

In all the chat around Hermione's professional discourse, the older woman had ...