by Alexis Shore
She let Sally’s hand open her legs wider, and moaned into the kiss as her fingers stroked and played at her inner thigh. Wanting to let Sally know she needed more, Katherine pushed her tongue out and explored the maid’s mouth with a hungry lust.
The light touch of Sally’s finger as it brushed the very top of her thigh made her arch her back, tossing the satin shift further up her midriff. Katherine slipped free of her mouth and whispered with such lust, “Suck my nipple.”
The little giggle as she replied with a demure “Yes ma’am” just made Katherine reach her hand to the red hair and push her head down. Those wet warm lips engulfed her huge swollen nipple through the satin, as her tongue probed and massaged at it.
Meanwhile, Sally’s finger tickled at the skin between her leg and cooch, making her button throb for attention.
But then her mouth pulled away from the moist material, releasing her nipple. Katherine almost swore in annoyance, but gasped instead when she felt the heat of Sally’s breath at her ear. The tip of her tongue tickled at her lobe for a moment, then she whispered, “You’re a dirty little bitch aren’t you?”
Katherine’s eyes snapped open and she looked right into Sally’s covetous eyes. Her reply almost emerged as a lusty moan, “I am.”
And with that, she pulled the red-haired minx to her mouth once more and plunged her tongue deep into it, exploring her with such urgent hunger. Sally had other ideas, and sucked her lower lip hard, before biting it gently. She pressed her forehead into Katherine’s and sighed, “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” Katherine gasped.
But instead of taking her instruction, Sally instead sat up and let the shoulder of her dress fall down her arm. Her fingers pressed into the flesh of her breast, which gave slightly as she slipped them under the cup of her bra. She exposed the most swollen red nipple Katherine had ever seen, and began to pinch at it.
“Perhaps we should stop?” Sally said as she squeezed her nipple so hard her face screwed into a delighted wince.
Katherine didn’t like that idea one little bit. So she snaked her hand round Sally’s slender hip and found her buttock, massaging it encouragingly through her cotton briefs. Sally continued to tease herself, all the while thinking aloud.
“Maybe we’re getting a little carried awaaaaay,” Sally gasped as Katherine dug her nails deep into her rump.
Sally’s hand dropped from her breast and landed softly on Katherine’s mons. Her fingers curled round and lightly brushed at her silken sex.
The Lady Katherine arched her back, pushing herself onto Sally’s fingers.
As her mouth opened to let out a moan, Katherine felt Sally’s nipple pushing urgently into it. She sucked it greedily, feeling the solid nub with the fat flesh of her tongue.
She whimpered with her mouthful as Sally pulled her hand away from between her legs, and instead slipped it up under her shift. Then she extricated her boob, Katherine releasing it with a slurp as she Sally up. Katherine was irked by this constant teasing, and looked down with a pang of annoyance as Sally flicked the shift up higher to reveal her tummy.
Sally’s red curls spread out across Katherine’s midriff as the maid leant down to stroke a tongue around her navel. That was nicer than she expected, and Katherine exhaled quietly. The tongue swirled and swished at her skin, moving lower with each delectable motion. As the tip brushed against the top of her bush, Katherine cupped her hand into the flame haired head and urged it on.
Sally licked her every where but there; her tongue probing and teasing around Katherine’s sex, occasionally darting to her outer lips, but never where she wanted it.
This red-haired vixen was a frightful tease, and Katherine spanked a stinging slap into her pert ass. Sally moaned under the pain, the vibrations teasing through Katherine’s groin making the wait even more agonising.
Sally puckered her lips just above the hood of her Lady’s pearl. The warm air from her nostrils danced down her quim, and Katherine spanked Sally again, this time harder. Sally’s mouth opened and her gasp hit Katherine’s cooch with a stinging warmth.
“Lick it,” Katherine whispered, and she felt a tiny “Yes ma’am” caress her, before Sally’s tongue flicked out and did as she was told for once.
It was out of her control now, and as the tongue worked on her with sumptuous ministrations, probing under the hood, Katherine’s hips began to roll and she pushed herself on to Sally’s mouth harder.
Her lips sucked the clit, and Katherine swore, briefly aware of the red blinking dot of the camera, before her heavy eyelids descended and plunged her into darkness again. Both her hands were snaking through Sally’s red locks, massaging her scalp, letting her know how good this felt.
Sally pushed a finger in, and Katherine was so wet it glided to her knuckle immediately.
“Two,” Katherine requested, and Sally quickly obliged, stretching her mistress a little wider.
The Lady Katherine felt the walls of her pussy pulsate gently.
And when Sally pulled them right out without warning, Katherine could do nothing but gasp. Sally stood up beside the bed, and fed her fingers into Katherine’s mouth. Her juices coated them, and she tasted herself wantonly.
She watched then as Sally pulled her dress over her head, before reaching back and unclasping her bra. It fell away from her chest, and she let it drop from her shoulders to the floor. Her briefs quickly joined it.
Katherine’s eyes focussed on the flame of red pubes that tufted on her mound. She’d never seen anything like it. Sally’s bright green eyes, the pupils so wide with desire, danced over the hitched up shift.
“Take it off,” her command was so insistent, Katherine felt her clit tighten. She sat up and tugged it away from her body hurriedly, tossing it away before settling back into the pillows.
She looked again at Sally, and saw the soft glint of her own juices on the pale skin of her maid’s upper lip.
“How wet are you?” Katherine asked huskily.
Sally smiled, then knelt back up on to the mattress, hitching her leg across Katherine and pushing herself back towards her mistress’s face. The heat from her pussy wafted across Katherine’s skin, as she felt Sally pulling her thighs apart. As Sally’s face plunged back into Katherine’s purse, the Lady cupped her hands around Sally’s taut buttocks and pressed her mouth into her.
The tart salty taste stung on the tip of her tongue as she flicked it at the clit. Sally liked it, and moaned down between her folds, before thrusting back onto Katherine’s tongue and rolling her hips.
Katherine had no idea what she should be doing, and so quickly decided to copy the sensations she could feel on her own sex.
Soon, their stifled moans were getting louder.
The musky heat was delightfully stifling around her face; the swollen flesh felt so silky and wet on her skin as it engorged her jaw. It wasn’t that comfortable on her neck, but the fabulous sensations coursing around her own clit made her forget that. Her tongue was lapping and flicking, aching slightly, but still greedy, though as her passions enflamed, it was becoming harder to keep to her task.
Suddenly, she felt Sally’s pearl fluttering under her tongue, as hot gasps danced over her own thighs. As Sally came against her Lady’s mouth, Katherine’s own orgasm exploded too.
A moment of time evaporated into the ether, and Katherine slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. Sally had collapsed on to her, and both their chests were heaving. The sound of them catching their breath bounced around the huge bedroom, and the cool silky juice clung to Katherine’s chin and jaw.
After a while, as their breathing calmed, Sally rolled herself around and they cuddled up together.
“You can go,” Sally said to the camera, “I want her to myself now.”
With that she wrapped her mouth around Katherine’s, and they soon heard the door closing in the distance.
Chapter Four
Lady Katherine will never tell.
As much as Tom and
Neil asked for details, almost to the point of begging, Katherine never told them what happened once the tape stopped rolling. The blog was bombarded with comments wanting to know the same thing, but part of the fun was keeping a secret. It couldn’t all be on the internet for the world to see now, could it?
They’d spent the odd night together since, and even had an immensely erotic quickie between courses of dinner one evening. Paul had nearly walked in on them, and the thrill was yummy.
Sally had been interested in what Katherine’s next filmed escapade would be. She was keen, she said, to watch it. They kept their relationship professional throughout the day, aside from that one slip. There was no jealousy, and Sally’s relaxed manner about it all really helped. They both knew it was a little bit of fun. Luscious fun though.
They’d actually missed their self-imposed Sunday deadline for a new video, but traffic to the site had leapt again, and no one was agitating for more just yet.
Katherine’s was lying on her bed in her baby blue silk pyjamas. Sally had come to her last night, and she was a little exhausted as the morning sun peeked through the half-open drapes. The warmth of her laptop felt nice as it sat on her thighs.
Tom was perched on the dresser, camera in hand, with that incessant red blinking light.
“What?” he asked as she sighed a little to herself.
“Just a nice comment on the site,” she explained, as she re-read the beautiful prose of Leah’s posting. If she wasn’t feeling quite so spent, she’d have asked Tom to leave so she could read it again, even more slowly.
“Did you see the new questions section Neil’s added?” Tom enquired.
“No,” she hunted the screen for a link, and stroked her mouse finger to the button.
“Uploaded it this morning,” Tom explained, “Anyone used it yet?”
“A few.”
“Read them out.”
Katherine sighed without energy, “Um … first one is, ‘are you really a Lady?’”
Tom snorted a little laugh and she typed her reply.
“What did you say?”
“Yes, but sometimes I don’t act like a Lady”
She clicked the button to add it, then read out the next; “How big are your tits? Though he’s spelt it ‘bug’.”
She typed “34b, which does bug me a little.”
“I bet the next one is asking about your bush,” Tom guessed.
“Yep,” she said, hating her common twang, and then hating herself for hating it. “Here’s one, ‘what’s the biggest cock you’ve ever had?’”
She looked up at Tom and curled her face in thought. It’s not as though she ever measured, and she could only really compare one to the other. “Is eight inches big?”
“Quite,” Tom shifted slightly, “Yes actually.”
She had no idea if that was a genuine answer or not, but she typed it nonetheless. Then she smirked as she realised why he was shifting. “How big is yours?”
“Bugger off,” he snapped jokingly, “Neil’s is huuuge.”
“What?” she spluttered, “How do you even know that?”
Tom shifted again, “I caught him watching the Sally video.”
“Oh,” she shrugged at the boring explanation, “Did you watch it?” she asked idly, looking back at her screen.
“Obviously. Watched it as soon as I left the room. And what did happen after I …”
“How huge is huge anyway?” she blurted in spite of herself.
“Huge.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” she pouted slightly, and focused her attention on the laptop once more.
The silence hung in the air, and the atmosphere cooled. “I mean,” she said suddenly, “Are we talking freakishly big here?”
“Not freakishly big no, but porno-sized at least.”
“Oh,” she said, not knowing what that meant.
Her Inbox chimed, and she switched screens to look at her email. The fat bold type announced the new arrival, which boasted the rather boring subject line ‘Love the site”. But it was the name of the sender that made her open it immediately.
Her eyes danced over the text, and she tried to hide her reaction from the camera. It wasn’t a long swathe of typing, it simply said, “I can’t stop watching your videos. I was wondering if I might come and visit so we could make one of our own? xx”
Katherine dashed off a quick reply, hoping that “Why don’t you come and stay next weekend? x” didn’t sound desperate. Her mind began to race at the possibilities and she needed to calm down, so she switched back to her website.
The first thing she saw was the question about penis size.
The curiosity finally overcame her; she could pretend no more and closed the laptop, “I’m going to ask him to show me.”
The trek down to the wine cellar took some time. As they padded through the house, her bare foot, Tom probably framing her bum as she walked, she kept other thoughts at bay by analysing the situation.
She was simply intrigued.
Surely it wasn’t as big as Tom said; maybe he just thought it was so large next to his own. She couldn’t imagine he’d seen too many himself. It also occurred to her that Tom might be manipulating things in the background. Had he asked Sally to make her initial come on in front of the camera? Was this just a way of getting some good footage for the site?
She decided not to let him get his way if that was the case. She had her own plans now … no, focus on the cock.
The sound of the server fans hit her as they wandered into the wine cellar. It was quite chilly down here, but not uncomfortably so. Neil had a desk in the corner, strewn with monitors and all sort of equipment. He was looking at some data on his screen, swinging gently in his huge leather office chair.
Katherine sat down on some crates of wine, and waited for him to notice her.
He was consumed in work, and Katherine crossed her legs, hoping the movement would catch his attention. It did not, and she felt the camera framing her intimately. From the corner of her eye she could see Tom focussing on her chest, and she flicked her eyes down to see her nipples poking through the silk.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she sighed, “It’s cold.”
Tom smirked, though she was a little annoyed that men immediately presumed stiff nipples meant arousal. But her little outburst had finally made Neil turn his chair to face her.
“Hello,” he said with a questioning inflection.
Katherine had no idea how she was going to broach this. Three different sentences started in her head, and none of them went anywhere. With a sniff she decided to be forthright. When the question came out, she was amazed at how posh she sounded, “How big is your cock?”
Neil shrugged, not shocked, just at a loss for an answer. “Normal size,” he said finally.
Katherine darted a triumphant look at Tom, but from behind the camera he said, “Show her.”
Neil swivelled round to face him, so relaxed it was unreal. “How am I supposed to make it hard?”
“Do what you always do.” Tom shrugged.
With a sigh, like he was being asked to pass the salt, he unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and with a lift of his hips, pushed down his jeans. Katherine saw a lump of flaccid flesh trapped in his shorts, but nothing surprising otherwise.