Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 05

... Hannah sighed.

She had planned to say more, but Ving was on her knees behind her with her tongue hard at work. Hannah moaned, feeling Ving clean her out and very slowly lifted her one leg over Ving's head so that she could lay on her back and watch as the mess of green hair between her legs move. When Hannah was sure Ving was as done as she could be, Hannah grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up for a kiss. Hannah tasted herself and the client on Ving's lips and quickly moved to unbutton her blouse. Ving squealed as she felt her breasts pushing against Hannah's.

Enjoying the kiss a little longer, Hannah ended it by pushing Ving to the floor.

“Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime,” Hannah teased, before grabbing her clothing and heading downstairs.

Ving was shocked to again be denied by Hannah. She felt a few tears drop onto her breasts before she realised she was crying. Taking the stairs down after Hannah, she burst into her own room and collapsed on the bed. She lay looking up at the roof before putting her arm over her face to cover her eyes. Suddenly her pants were gone. Ving was startled as she looked to see Hannah naked in her doorway holding her pants.

“I think the time has come,” Hannah said with a smile.

Ving was puzzled how Hannah had gotten her pants off so quickly, but decided she didn't care the moment her legs were forced apart to allow Hannah access. She couldn't hold back at all as the very first touch made her scream and ...

... flex. Ving could hear Hannah giggle as she kept at it. Not wasting a drop, Hannah kept Ving going for almost a full minute before finally letting her relax and breathe, but only for as long as it took Hannah to get a kiss. Hannah rested her body on Ving as their kiss closed their lips. Ving felt the beautiful tongue that had been inside her play with her own as she tasted herself on it. Again their breasts were touching, and with one hand deep in Hannah's hair holding her head to hers, the other filled the void between the legs of the woman on top of her. Soon, Ving felt Hannah sliding her own fingers inside her.

“I think I figured it out,” Hannah interrupted her kiss to say.

“What?” Ving gasped, feeling Hannah wriggle three fingers inside her.

“Why you see being with men as work and fall to pieces every time we touch. You prefer women.”

“That doesn't make sense. You are just that good at it. Doesn't mean anything.”

“Well, true, I am that good. But I wasn't touching you while I was with my client just now. I just held my ass in the air when you were desperately cleaning me out.”

“But I like men. That's what's normal and I enjoy it.”

“Oh, Ving, normal is just the statistical average. Not a rule-book you need to follow. And enjoying both is perfectly acceptable. I do, but as much as I love this...” Hannah paused to grind her hips against Ving's fingers as she put a fourth inside her. “I prefer men a bit more. So you can enjoy men, but prefer women.”

“We ...