Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... from the place where she would be taking her. She told her to move towards the edge of the bed so that she could enter her from a standing position. Once she had her where she wanted her, she told her to spread her legs a little wider. Then, without further fanfare, she drove the shaft back into the blonde's pussy and started to pump her like one possessed.

'Oh, fuck! Yeah! Fuck!' was all that Hermione could manage to articulate before she finally submitted to the orgasm which had been shadowing her like a faithful dog for so long.

It won't shock the attentive reader if I were to say that Fatima had been eying up Hermione's asshole on and off for the best part of the evening. Part of her wanted to transfer the well-lubed dildo to it right away, but another part understood the long-term benefits of rimming the brooding bud with her tongue. So, without bothering to lift Hermione up from the position into which she had slumped, she ran her chin along the mattress between the older woman's legs until she reached her destination.

She paused for a moment while she weighed up her options. As a first step, either she could stick with her original plan and lick her enticing puckered bud or she could ease a finger inside her passageway, as the older woman had done to her. Deciding to stay with her first avowed intent, she had no cause to regret her action, as the taste of the psychiatrist on her tongue was out of this world. What she had expected to be a brief sojourn turned ...

... into a lengthy stay, as she supped at this unexpectedly tasty table.

She was in the process of lining up the dildo in order to enter Hermione, when the blonde woman asked her to insert a finger inside her. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Fatima pushed her middle finger up to the second knuckle, before obeying Hermione's instruction and giving her the rest.

'Twist it round a bit,' Hermione told her, aware that this might well be the first time that Fatima had engaged in extended anal play.

Fatima complied with her wishes and was so heartened by her response that she spent several minutes experimenting with different pressures and different angles, delighting herself as well as her lover as she identified points that brought especial pleasure. Suddenly, it was as if she were both donor and recipient, as she remembered the feelings she had experienced at Hermione's hands.

Finally, with the green display on the old-fashioned digital clock which the hotel still used showing 3 a.m., it was time for the final act in that night's drama to be enacted. Energised by the thought of the gift she was about to receive, Hermione shook off her fatigue like a snake sloughing its skin. The tip of the dildo swept past her defences like a panzer division breaking through the Maginot Line. She was able to put up no more resistance than the beleaguered French army.

Fatima was careful not to abuse her position, aware of the responsibilities that came with the power she had ...