Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

  Paul was achingly slow in appearing to answer, and when he finally did, he seemed in no great hurry.

  So as soon as the door swung open, Katherine was down the stairs and had her arms around Leah before she could speak. She pressed her mouth to those gorgeous lips and kissed with an urgency that had no control. Her hands snaked to Leah’s buttocks and gripped them so tight it hitched up her dress beneath her fingers.

  Leah’s tongue lapped with hers, so juicy and warm, and Katherine heard Paul closing the door behind them, leaving them in peace. The same couldn’t be said for Tom, and she sensed him circling their embrace with his camera.

  Katherine pulled away from the kiss with some effort, and tugged the travel bag from Leah’s shoulder, letting it fall to floor with a clatter. She then took her hand and led her up the stairs, without saying a word. Halfway up, she turned and kissed her wantonly again.

  Leah moaned, pulling her tight into her chest and pushed her tongue into Lady Katherine’s mouth, exploring it with lust and hunger.

  Katherine sucked the tongue, pulling away as she did so and let it free from her puckered lips with a little plop. She took both of Leah’s hands and continued to lead her to bed, stopping every dozen paces to mash their lips together again in to a sensual snog.

  She nearly closed the door on Tom, but thought better of it, allowing him access with a grudging smile. He seemed enamoured with Leah also, and his camera danced over her body obsessively. No wonder; she was a Goddess.

  Katherine sat on the bed and lay back, propping herself up on one arm as she splayed her legs open wide. Her skirt, such as it was, hitched up and revealed her desperate sex, massively swollen and glistening wet. Without taking her eyes from Leah, she began to finger at her folds, massaging her juices in, feeling them trickle from her, teasing at her clit beneath its hiding place.

  Leah chest rose and fell with her deep breathing as she stood and watched the show. After enjoying it for a while, she reached behind herself and Katherine heard the zip descending slowly. The dress fell away, and Leah stepped out from it, revealing her olive skinned body, with its flawless complexion, and voluptuous curves. Her nipples were huge brown and swollen like Katherine had never seen. She had no hair on her anywhere, and her pussy lips pouted out beneath her. A delicate piece of jewellery sat within her navel, and a pretty chain dangled from her ankle.

  “Are you wet?” Katherine asked as she plunged two fingers deep into her own soaking pussy.

  “Darling,” Leah purred, “I’ve been wet since you emailed me.”

  “Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” she said, stepping to the bed and crawling on to it, her tongue quickly gliding up Katherine’s thigh. So delicious. Leah’s gorgeous rump was curved up in the air, and Katherine flicked her eyes to Tom’s. Just as Leah’s tongue licked up her wet slit, she gasped a little and directed Tom to move behind Leah.

  He did as he was told, and while that tongue probed its way beneath her hood, making Katherine swear softly, she guided Tom with her eyes, prompting him to join in.

  He didn’t need a second invite, and his free hand snaked across Leah’s buttock in an adoring caress. She pushed back onto his palm and moaned, sending tiny vibrations through Katherine’s clit.

  Yummy.

  The Lady Katherine tugged her vest top free and lay back to massage her breasts.

  Leah’s tongue worked at her with such expertise, and the moaning that Tom’s hand was eliciting made the sensations even more wonderful. She turned her head to watch them in the mirror, noting Tom’s finger had worked its way into Leah’s purse. No wonder she was sending those vibrato ripples into Katherine’s bud.

  Beneath her, Leah removed the slither of skirt and tossed it away, and snaked her hands up to join Katherine’s in massage. Her brown eyes looked up Katherine’s belly as her tongue pushed into her pussy and her fingers found her aching nipples.

  And when Tom spanked his hand into Leah’s ass, the gasp that gusted over Katherine’s sex was so fabulous, she didn’t have a chance to be jealous.

  It was coming, and Katherine lifted her hips, pushing herself with some urgency deeper onto Leah’s oral embrace. She reached down with her hand and pulled her head into her, which made Leah moan her approval. When her lips sucked Katherine’s button into a tight kiss, there was no way to hold it in anymore.

  Lady Katherine’s thighs tensed around Leah’s head and her back arched, as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure swept through every quivering muscle in her body. Her face screwed up into a knot of delight, and her mouth screamed silently.

  Leah snaked up her body and kissed her as she came down from her high, slowly stroking a hand up and down Katherine’s thigh. It felt lovely, and soon her chest was heaving less frantically.

  The Lady Katherine was far from satiated.

  She began to kiss her way down Leah’s neck, licking and teasing it with a gentle tease, before biting her teeth into the fleshy nook of her neck. Leah moaned, and cupped her hand around Katherine’s head. She wanted to bite down again, just to hear that moan, but she wanted to suck her tits even more.

  And when her mouth sucked deep onto a nipple, it was as wonderful as she’d expected. The firm flesh of her brown tit sat in her mouth perfectly, and her nipple was so huge and swollen it was impossible to leave alone with her tongue.

  Behind her, Katherine felt Tom’s hand snake onto her ass, as she encouraged him, wiggling her hips slightly and moaning with her mouthful. She wanted to feel that spank. When it came, it didn’t disappoint, as hard and stinging as the day up at the main house. She gasped so hard, the breast popped from her mouth.

  His hand engulfed the stinging welt, and massaged her cheek roughly. She bit into Leah’s nipple, clamping it with her teeth and teasing the taut end with the fat flesh of her tongue. “Darling,” Leah purred.

  Katherine pushed her ass higher in the air and reached under herself, splaying her swollen pussy lips wide open with two fingers. Her hint wasn’t subtle, and Tom didn’t miss it, obligingly pushing two fingers deep into her silky wetness and exploring her eagerly.

  Her tongue stroked down Leah’s stomach now, feeling the muscles flutter beneath. When she reached her mons, she suckled into the curve of her pubic bone, teasing her lower lip just above her hooded pearl. Behind her Tom was holding his fingers still, and Katherine began to rock her hips, fucking herself against them, pleased to hear how wet she was back there.

  As she was about to push the tip of her tongue onto Leah’s button, she smiled wickedly and looked up her abdomen instead. “Looks like you need a cock inside you,” she purred huskily.

  “Yess,” came the breathless reply.

  Still grinning, Katherine sat up and span round, sitting on the edge of the bed. She began to fumble at Tom’s belt as he looked on somewhat bewildered, but mostly incredibly aroused. His camera aimed down at her fingers as she tugged open his fly, while she reached out and pulled Leah to join her.

  Tom’s cock sprang free between their faces, its heat dancing on Katherine’s cheeks. It looked so swollen, every single vein pumped full to brimming. His balls dangled beneath it heavily, and looked almost edible.

  As one, their tongues darted out and they licked up either side of it slowly, deliberately, making his skin tug against the shaft, as they reached the tip and swirled around it, they moved into a kiss with it resting between their embraced cheeks.

  Tom became impatient, and pushed himself into their snog, so they came apart to tease him once more; this time back down it before each sucked a ball deep into their mouths.

  Katherine let hers out, leaving it coated with a thick sheen of saliva, and looked up at Tom; the cat had got his milk. Now she wanted to see Leah get hers. If nothing else, at least she would get to screw Tom vicariously.

  She stood up and took the camera from him, positioning it on her shoulder the way she had seen so often. The viewfinder in front of her face was full of all sorts of displays and readouts, but she knew enough abo
ut composition to begin to frame things properly using the grid that was embossed over the image.

  She focused on Leah’s mouth, now eagerly pumping up and down the swollen shaft, which looked so big with this new perspective. Watching it with half an eye on the screen and half an eye on the reality was a little disorienting at first, but she quickly got used to it. She knelt down at Tom’s hip and moved in close as his hands gripped at Leah’s head and held it still.

  Katherine knew what was coming next, so she stayed still as his hips began to thrust, pumping his shaft in and out of Leah’s mouth. It looked marvellous, and she did feel jealous now. His balls were bouncing against Leah’s chin and she was moaning against the gentle force.

  The Lady Katherine’s free hand found her own wet clit and fingered at it in circles.

  Just then, Leah pulled her mouth away with a wet slurp, leaving a rope of her spit dangling between her lip and the tip of Tom’s bright red, even more swollen prick.

  Katherine turned the camera in time to film her say, “Fuck me,” before she lay back on the bed and opened her thighs ready for him. Tom knelt on the bed and slowly wanked his cock, deliberately waiting for Katherine to move into a better position. She managed to frame Leah’s wide open, dripping wet sex as her fingers caressed the clit, and leaned in closer just as Tom stroked the tip of his prick into her lips. They blossomed around it, coating it with even more juice.

  Katherine wanted to see Leah’s face as it pushed deeper, so she flicked the camera to it gently, just as he pushed his weight forward. Her eyes screwed up and her mouth opened. So delicious.

  She began to urge Tom to fuck her harder, and Katherine became enamoured with the way this made her tits undulate above her chest. But the way her face twisted and flushed, and how her hands gripped tightly into the bed linen were all too delicious to keep from the camera.

  Katherine’s own fingers were not enough now, and she stepped up on to the bed, careful to keep it all in frame. She positioned herself wantonly over Leah’s mouth and pushed her sex down onto it with some urgency. As her tongue found her clit and did what was asked of it, Katherine gently swung the camera from this sight to the sight of Tom’s cock pounding her smoothly.

  All three chests began to heave a little harder as their breathing became more coarse. Tom’s face was screwing up ready to deliver, and Leah’s moaning was vibrating hard through Katherine’s clit.

  They came together with a balletic synchronicity of cursing and gasping.

  This would be the best video yet.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lady Katherine wants to go home.

  Leaning against the trunk of her mighty oak, Lady Katherine stared out across the lake. Light danced and twinkled as the waters gently undulated in the warm afternoon breeze. The grass around her had grown tall, and teased at her arms as it swayed.

  The house up on the hill seemed so lifeless and empty. It hadn’t been used much this summer. Why abandon such a delightful place to go on safari? It had never made sense to Katherine as a child, and even less so now.

  Her weekend with Leah had been everything she fantasised it would; and so much more.

  So why was she still feeling like her erstwhile home on the hill?

  She turned to gaze back at the cottage. Her new home, where life was presenting her with fresh adventures and excitement, but her gaze kept wandering back up the hill to the glorious behemoth that dominated the landscape.

  Home was so far way.

  So many things loomed on her horizon, bearing down over her and reminding her of what she could not have.

  Here came another.

  Tom was wading through the grass like it was water. It wasn’t that long, but he was making hard work of it. It took Lady Katherine a moment to realise why he looked so odd. For a second she thought it was his daft walk, but then she twigged. He wasn’t holding his camera.

  What’s more, he was sporting the most stupid grin she’d ever seen, and a piece of paper was flapping in his hand as he waved it at her.

  The scene bored her, and she pulled the brim of her sun hat down across her face a little more, and returned to staring at the lake. He kept descending on her position. Why did he only ever take the hint when she wanted him to stick his dick in something?

  “There you are,” she heard his voice drifting over the breeze. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”

  She didn’t respond, and kept her gaze fixed on the rippling water as he slumped down beside her.

  “Look,” and then he added, with greater insistence, “look.”

  With a little sigh she deigned to turn her head, spying as she did the paper he was waving excitedly in his hand.

  “I can’t …” and she grabbed the paper, tugging it from his grip.

  “Careful.”

  She examined the cheque.

  “Have you ever seen so many zeros?” he asked in awe.

  “Well, yes,” she shrugged.

  “Oh,” he deflated, “Right, yes, well.”

  It was a rather tidy sum though, she had to admit. That’s when she noticed it was made out to her. She raised a questioning eyebrow at Tom, having not recognised the holding company that issued it.

  He explained that earlier two be-suited goons arrived at the door an hour or so after Leah had left. With hardly a word, they had handed the cheque to Tom and confiscated the tapes of their sexual antics.

  Then they left.

  “Someone didn’t want that footage on the internet,” he concluded conspiratorially.

  She rolled her eyes. “Her Daddy.”

  “Oh yeah,” Tom deflated again. “At least it makes up for your allowance shortfall.”

  “It does,” she shrugged and stared back up the hill with longing.

  They sat in silence for a while, each looking out at different things. She began to wonder what he was thinking, and hated herself the moment she did. It was such a girlish thought. But nonetheless.

  She didn’t wonder long.

  He broke the silence with a deep breath, and then ploughed into a rehearsed spiel, “I know you don’t need me to heap on more misery, but I’ve decided that I can’t do this anymore.”

  He tailed off and tried to look calm as he stared out over the lake himself.

  She tipped the brim of her hat back and examined him. “What do you mean?”

  “I won’t be your cameraman anymore.”

  “No,” she shook her head in annoyance, “What do you mean misery? Do you think I’m miserable?”

  “You are,” he said mater-of-factly. “And I can’t watch you being that way any longer.”

  Her brow furrowed and she felt her eyes welling up. Anger? Or sadness? She couldn’t tell which. The skin on her cheeks prickled and flushed and she chewed her tongue.

  “Fine,” she eventually sniffed. “I’ll do it myself.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “Oh, you’re worried it won’t be up to scratch? That my visual panache …”

  “No, please close the site down.”

  The sentence hit her with a palpable force that almost knocked the wind from her. She spluttered, “Why?”

  “Because you hate it.”

  The tears broke their dam, but she didn’t blub, just let them trickle down her cheek coldly.

  She tried to begin her retort, but it wouldn’t come, and each time she rehearsed it in her head, it stuck mid-sentence. He was right.