Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

  With that, she rolled away onto her side, facing away from Katherine. Her legs curled up and a hand reached back to spread her ass cheeks open.

  Lady Katherine positioned herself behind her, kneeling as she gripped the cock, and began to massage the wet tip into her swollen pussy lips. Her oral lubrication had been entirely redundant, her peach was so creamy and pouting.

  Ever so slowly, she worked it deeper, watching Sophia’s face wrinkle with delight, until she was all the way down to the hilt. Sophia’s eyes closed and she licked her lips. “Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely, and Katherine obliged. Gently at first, but harder with every gasped instruction to do so.

  Sophia’s tits were quivering against the urgent hips thrusts, and her hand splayed her cheeks wider, presenting her asshole wantonly. Katherine’s thumb snaked down and massaged around it, and Sophia swore her approval.

  Lady Katherine wanted to see this delicious creature coming, so she withdrew completely, which just made her gasp loudly. She rolled her on to her back and knelt between her thighs, pushing the dildo all the way back in with one silky thrust.

  Their mouths clamped together as the weight of Katherine pushed the cock deeper. The feeling of her arse bobbing in the air, pumping the plastic shaft in and out felt wonderful, as did the muffled moans against the kiss.

  Finally, the sharp sting of pain she’d wanted all week rained down on her buttock, as Sophia’s spanked her hard, urging her to ride her faster. Another. Then another. Spank after spank whacked down into her taut flesh and it opened the floodgates once more. She began to come again as she somehow managed to keep fucking Sophia.

  She felt fingernails digging into her ass cheeks as Sophia tensed beneath her, her own orgasm silently pulsing through her.

  They collapsed into a sodden heap and continued kissing until the sun began to peek in through the drapes.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lady Katherine enjoyed the taste.

  She hadn’t moved from her bed all day, and she was beginning to notice the concern on the faces of the staff. The ennui was overwhelming, and all Katherine wanted to do was lie here doing nothing other than read and surf.

  The lethargy clung to her and was impossible to shake; not that she was really trying. She was actually wallowing in it.

  The inevitable come down from a smashing weekend and weeks of constant arousal. Something had to give, and she was letting it.

  The warmth of the laptop was at least some comfort as it sat on her thighs. Katherine hadn’t deigned to dress herself, though she had brushed her teeth to scour away the bitter taste of sleep.

  Sally kept bringing her tea and snacks, a look of disquiet on her face; Katherine rarely languished in bed once awake, so it was no wonder the staff was uneasy.

  She was avoiding her site and anything online that might arouse her, instead browsing at shopping sites and social networks, tweeting and chirruping about nothing much in particular. It was that kind of day.

  Suddenly Paul strode in, all ramrod posture and stoic presence, and yanked open the drapes, bathing her naked body in the warm afternoon sunlight. She looked at him with an air of amusement as he examined her face. He raised his eyebrows and stepped across to an old trunk that hadn’t been opened for years. It creaked in agony as the lid rose against its will, and he delved in to it deeply.

  What he retrieved actually made her smile.

  It was Mister Timpkins, a battered old teddy bear from her youth that she would take with her everywhere. He propped him up on a pillow beside her, gathered the tea tray and left without a word. Katherine was still smiling at the gesture as she hugged the teddy close to her naked tits and basked in its familiar smell.

  She shut the laptop and put it to one side.

  Her eyes closed as she breathed in the odour, and she decided to keep them that way as she snuggled back into her pillows. The sun was warming her body in a pleasing manner, and she wanted to luxuriate in it some more.

  Sleep began to drift in.

  The door slammed open.

  Fuck.

  She reluctantly opened her eyes, and looked to see Tom had nearly fallen over as he entered. He had obviously managed to catch his camera before it hit the floor. The smile on his face was apologetic and slightly fearful of the intrusion.

  Katherine shook her head, but noted he was only wearing shorts. It was such a hot day it was no wonder. Though she was surprised at how svelte his body had become since she last saw it. The gentle definition of each muscle meant he’d been using her gym more than she thought since his arrival.

  He was also slightly bronzed with a glistening sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. Lady Katherine tensed her thighs, failing in her attempt to stave off the tingle in her loins.

  This is not what she needed.

  And the fact he was hoisting his camera to his shoulder and aiming it at her like a gun wasn’t helping either.

  She shook her head, hoping he would notice her aversion to its presence. But he didn’t, and he slumped beside her on the bed framing her tightly. She raised her eyebrow and tried to look irked, but it was difficult with that chest on display.

  “Hello,” he smiled, which defrosted her somewhat.

  “Hello.”

  “Did you fuck a Princess?”

  “No,” she said with a roll of her eyes. It was technically true; she wasn’t a Princess. Not yet. She tried to deflect the question, “Besides, you jammed your cock into Philly’s mouth.”

  He almost pouted like a scolded child, “More like she jammed her mouth on to my cock. Last time I venture to the bathroom naked. The woman’s voracious.”

  “Don’t pretend you didn’t love her tits.”

  “Didn’t see them,” he shrugged. “She bought me off then left.”

  “Poor you.”

  “Felt so used.”

  “Hmm,” Katherine didn’t believe him somehow.

  “Anyway,” he pushed, “I want to hear about it.”

  “No,” she said so softly that he completely understood the conversation was over.

  And now he was at a loss for what to do. After a moment, he began to move the camera down her body, slowly, voyeuristically. As the lens examined her breasts, she was annoyed to feel her nipples stiffening at the attention, and she tried to ignore the sensation.

  Tom shifted his focus down to her belly, letting it linger on her navel as she turned as if to gaze away in boredom, but actually looking at the reflection in the mirror so she could track his journey.

  It glanced over the sweep of the hip, down her abdomen and settled on her downy bush. After a while, she felt his hand on her thigh, gently urging it open, and she didn’t resist, affording the camera a view of her sex.

  With a swallow, she looked down to see how swollen and moist it was. A little, which was encouraging. She felt wetter than she looked. It was clear Tom was hoping she would reach down and finger it, so she wrapped her arms under her head and turned away again.

  It was hard to resist, because her little clit was purring for some attention now. But she wasn’t going to play this game. He was just trying to get her to relax so he could ask about Sophia, and that wasn’t something for the site.

  In the mirror, she was a little surprised to see his camera dancing down the length of her legs now, following the curve of her thighs, then calves, before settling on her feet. She felt and saw him move the camera closer, examining her toes intimately.

  How odd.

  Just then, she felt the back of his finger gently teasing the shape of her sole, before his hand cupped her foot and she felt the warmth of his palm on her skin. It was nice, but she tried not to react.

  He began to work the ball of his thumb into the soft flesh of her arch, every now and then sliding it up and splaying her toes open. A contented breath escaped her lips and she blinked her eyelids heavily.

  The back of his finger now tickled along the top of her calf, before he unfurled his hand and cupped it round her leg, stroking her smoot
h skin rhythmically. Lovely, yes, but his game wouldn’t work.

  But as his hand snaked higher on to her thigh, it became harder to play. Her clit began to tingle more urgently, and she needed to focus more, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore him.

  Higher it went, until the side of his hand was pressing into the flesh between the top of her thigh and her engorged pussy. He stroked her there, and it took all her self-control to stop from swearing her approval.

  She curled her top lip between her teeth and clamped it gently, as his fingertips teased across her pubic bone, achingly close to her hooded pearl, before dancing down the either side of her cooch. Darkness engulfed her as she closed her eyes and swallowed deeply.

  Thankfully, he moved higher again, tickling his fingertips through her downy hair, then stroking up her abdomen with his nails. The light caressing scratch made her tummy muscles quiver beneath it.

  His finger hovered between her breasts, lightly moving up and down, before he chose a breast and swirled his nail around the supple flesh, circling the nipple without touching it. They tightened some more, and she imagined they must be rock hard now, but she wasn’t about to look.

  He repeated his journey across her other breast, and then moved to tease around her navel.

  Tom would have to do a lot more than this to get her to talk, though she had no idea if he could do enough at all. Suddenly, his hand squeezed into the flesh of her tit, feeling it move to his touch, though still avoiding her nipple. It made her take a deep breath through her nose and slightly arch her back.

  And then he released it.

  Probably for the best.

  Her mouth opened with a little gasp as she felt the tip of his finger brush up her slit momentarily. Then it was gone. She wanted to feel that again.

  But he returned to caressing her between the thigh and labia. He seemed to like the feeling there, and she did too, but she just wanted him to hurry up and find her clit now.

  It was interminable.

  She began to consider saying she would tell him everything if he fingered her pearl as she did so. But he wasn’t going to get his way no matter how badly she needed to feel it.

  The Lady Katherine needed it badly.

  But her voice needed to say something, and in fear of saying the wrong thing, she asked instead, “Did she swallow?”

  She felt his fingers waft across her swollen lips as he swapped sides. Just touch it already.

  “No,” he replied softly.

  She wallowed in his touch for a while longer, but could take it no more. He was never going to do what she wanted, and so it needed to stop. She sat up and looked him the eye.

  “I’ll tell you if you turn the camera off,” she thought that might end the game.

  “Okay,” he said, turning it off, removing the tape and putting it on the floor. He slid up the bed and lay back into the cushions beside her.

  Katherine shifted on to her side and began to give him all the vivid details, watching his body react with each new revelation. His nipples grew as hard as hers, and she watched his cock pressing urgently against his shorts in a desperate bid for release.

  Who was she to deny it?

  Her hand snaked into his shorts and gripped at the solid shaft, pumping it immediately as she teased the tip of her tongue around his nipple. He seemed less interested in hearing the rest of the story now. And Lady Katherine had no desire to tell it anymore.

  Her fingers snaked away from his muscle and found his swollen balls, rolling them and massaging at them, and she enjoyed the way this made him react. She sucked his nipple into her lips and resumed her pumping.

  His hips came away from the mattress and she looked down to watch him tug open the shorts and kick them away hurriedly. As she gripped it at the base, she pointed it back up herself. Slowly pumping it now, she began to plant tiny kisses down his rippled abdomen. When her face was close to it, she released it, and pressed her cheek into his flesh.

  With a little bow, she engulfed the helmet with her mouth and swirled and teased at it with her tongue. He liked that, and she used both of her hands on herself; one to pinch and roll a nipple, the other to finally caress her clit.

  God it felt good, and she pushed her mouth deeper down onto his cock, as her fingers flicked and teased her bud. It made her suck so hard, she heard slurping, and felt him swell inside her mouth.

  His hand cupped her head and massaged her hair, urging her deeper, and she didn’t fight. With it all inside her, she let him hold her still and rock his hips, fucking her slowly as she moaned around his shaft.

  He wasn’t going to last much longer, and she didn’t want him to.

  It began to twitch and hot waves of his spunk gushed into her mouth. It felt marvellous and she began to suck it back into her throat greedily.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lady Katherine needs a fuck.

  They hadn’t spoken about either sexual misadventure. Her tossing him off and giving him a blowjob was certainly an infraction of their agreed rules, but it was as if neither had happened.

  Lady Katherine didn’t know how to feel about it.

  Was it just a momentary lapse? Giving in to some carnal fun when the opportunity arose? Or was it symptomatic of something more? His reticence and her lack of desire to approach the subject head on were combining into a truce of silence.

  She hated it, but didn’t have the emotional wherewithal to know what to do.

  So she did what came easiest. Ignored it, and tried to occupy her mind with other things.

  Feeling a little proactive, she had emailed Leah and invited her to stay. Waiting for her reply was interminable, and it didn’t arrive for days. When it finally did, it simply said, “I’ll be there on Friday.”

  Katherine toyed with the idea of barring Tom from the frolics, but she got the impression Leah was attracted to the idea of being filmed. She was worried Leah may change her mind should the camera be absent. And she really needed to fuck her.

  That’s why she was sat on the stairs like an impatient child. Tom was hovering in the lobby, his nerves on edge due to her anxiousness. Katherine’s knee was bouncing irritably, and her bottom was starting to go numb against the stair.

  She was fiddling with her diamond necklace far too much as well, and was actually beginning to resent Leah for being late.

  “What’s the time?” she asked, hearing her voice echo around the lobby.

  “Half past,” Tom muttered.

  Maybe she wasn’t coming.

  Her agitation wasn’t helped by the letter she’d received from Daddy this morning. He was withdrawing his offer to review her allowance and it would stay at its current reduced level indefinitely.

  Sod it. And sod him.

  She fussed with the hem of her mini skirt, then adjusted the strap of her flimsy vest top. She plumped her breasts and pinched at her nipples, making sure they were firmly on display.

  Just then, they heard a car pulling up on the gravel. Katherine perked up, listening as a door slammed, and footsteps approached. The bell clanged and Katherine resisted the urge to bound down the stairs.