Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... orgasm that hit her with almost no warning.

Returning to her core, Fatima licked her out with a passion bordering on ferocity; the 'old' Fatima was back! Once more, Hermione's heart wasn't really in it; not because she was tiring of the Pakistani woman, but because she had a sudden - and overpowering - craving for cock. Out of courtesy to her young lover, she did her best to make all the right noises, but her heart wasn't really in it. In the end, she was unable to restrain herself. She just had to communicate her needs.

'Fuck me with your cock!' she cried out. 'I must have you inside me. Now!'

As offers you can't refuse go, this invitation was right up there. Jumping off the bed, Fatima retrieved the weapon she had jettisoned no more than ten minutes earlier and fastened it tightly round her waist. While Fatima had been otherwise engaged, Hermione had placed herself on her hands and knees on the bed. But it wasn't as an aggressor or as a conquering hero that Fatima viewed the woman, it was as her lover. Somehow, the whole dynamic of their encounter had changed.

Fatima coated the angry phallus with her saliva first, then pushed it gently into the blonde woman's vagina, with as light a touch as a border collie tenderly using her paw to offer comfort and reassurance to a stray kitten which her owner has recovered and brought into the house they share. She kind of knew that Hermione would have liked her to drive the monster home in one cataclysmic movement, but ...

... she reckoned that she knew better than the woman herself what she really needed.

She inched the column forward into her pussy, which gobbled it up greedily, begging her to possess her.

'Yeah, fuck!' the shrink said, no longer sounding like a member of the medical profession at all.

Fatima stuck to her guns, still feeling that what was best for the woman was to be made love to with sensitivity and respect. Hermione was having none of it, though - her demands becoming more and more strident.

'Don't fuck about! Fuck me hard! Fuck my brains out!'

'Okay,' replied the Pakistani woman, 'you asked for it.'

Thus saying, she powered her cock deep inside Hermione's vagina, causing the older woman to start grunting and muttering. Now it was Fatima's turn to talk dirty. Not that she had to hype herself up to do it; it came quite naturally enough.

'Is this what you wanted, you slut?' she said, driving the cock deep inside her and pumping her with long, but, at the same time, remarkably rapid strokes.

'Oh my god!' was all that Hermione could manage in response.

'Perhaps this will be more to your liking?' snarled Fatima, as she adjusted the angle and powered the dildo home, delighting in the squelchy sounds that were being made.

'F-uck!' cried Hermione, her head now buried in the pillow she had snatched from the head of the bed.

'Is this what you were fantasising about when you lured me over to your table?' Fatima barked out, as if she were leading a Gestapo ...