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Authors: Alessia Brio
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women were well aware that the past is every historian's Demon Lover, especially when dressed up in seductive new clothes. Sometimes Paulette loved being seduced into staying present in the here and now.
Paulette turned to face Margaret. The heels of Paulette's shoes didn't seem high enough, so she stood on tiptoes to reach Margaret's mouth. Paulette kissed her fervently, prompting Margaret to make a sound in her throat and hold her wife tightly enough to keep her at the right level.
Paulette's nipples were still very alert from Margaret's attention. "Too many clothes," mumbled Paulette, and Margaret certainly agreed with her.
Margaret turned Paulette around to unzip her dress, and Paulette let it drop to the carpet, pushing her half-slip down with it. Paulette let Margaret's gaze linger on her turquoise satin bra with matching panties and garter belt before she pulled everything off to expose her hungry skin to the air.
Margaret had already shed her suit-jacket, but Paulette knew that she was more efficient at such things, so she took over the job of getting her spouse out of her clothing as quickly and neatly as possible. In a trice, both women were rolling naked on a bedspread, feeling like naughty children.
"D'you think—" gasped Paulette, "Felicity Friend wanted you to slap her? I think she was flirting in that 'shut me up' way."
Margaret snickered. "If so, she was out of luck. I already have a luscious wife." She ran her hands possessively through Paulette's hair, claiming its silkiness. Paulette reached for Margaret's small breasts, not wanting them to feel neglected.
Margaret held Paulette's wrists and gently pushed her down on the bed. "Just let me this time, honey. All right?"
Paulette moaned, sinking into the mood as though into a pile of swan's-down. "In that case, Mistress, will you use the cuffs?"
"Oh, baby, I didn't bring them. I didn't think we could run the risk of any of our toys being found here. How's this? You have to hold onto the bed frame and if you let go, you'll be punished." Despite her tone of command, Margaret looked concerned. Paulette knew that she was the one person Margaret could afford to trust completely. Margaret didn't want to lose a particle of Paulette's trust in her.
"Yes, Ma'am." Paulette gracefully reached up beyond her own head to find the bed frame and curl her fingers around it. "Forgive me for asking you to expose yourself to your enemies. This hopeless girl needs to be put in her place." Paulette wiggled her hips as vigorously as possible in a horizontal position. "I'm such a slut I can't behave properly."
Margaret guffawed. "A minute ago, I could hardly lure you away from Emily Davison. You probably do need a reminder of what I want from you. Mmm. You're asking for it." Margaret nuzzled Paulette's pillowy breasts, then licked a wet ring around the nipples before sucking and nibbling them.
Margaret's tongue left a wet trail down Paulette's sensitive, gurgling midriff to her deeply-indented belly button. Margaret ran her hands firmly down Paulette's sides, then tickled her tummy, challenging her to resist the impulse to let go of the bed frame.
Paulette squirmed, laughed, and rose to the challenge. She wondered how long it would take her spouse to find out how wet she was between her legs.
Margaret hovered like a bee circling a flower. She stroked Paulette's plump thighs, held them apart, and dipped an experimental tongue between Paulette's outer lips. Margaret nipped at the tender ivory skin above the curly brown bush which glistened with moisture.
"Mistress."
Margaret grinned. "What do you want, baby? Tell me."
"I want to be fucked."
"By just anyone? Should I bring in one of the maids?"
"I want you to fuck me, Ma'am. My cunt is starving."
"Maybe I should come in somewhere else first." Margaret tickled Paulette's puckered asshole with a long finger. "This opening has been neglected for awhile."
Paulette continued to squirm and Margaret continued to
Paulette turned to face Margaret. The heels of Paulette's shoes didn't seem high enough, so she stood on tiptoes to reach Margaret's mouth. Paulette kissed her fervently, prompting Margaret to make a sound in her throat and hold her wife tightly enough to keep her at the right level.
Paulette's nipples were still very alert from Margaret's attention. "Too many clothes," mumbled Paulette, and Margaret certainly agreed with her.
Margaret turned Paulette around to unzip her dress, and Paulette let it drop to the carpet, pushing her half-slip down with it. Paulette let Margaret's gaze linger on her turquoise satin bra with matching panties and garter belt before she pulled everything off to expose her hungry skin to the air.
Margaret had already shed her suit-jacket, but Paulette knew that she was more efficient at such things, so she took over the job of getting her spouse out of her clothing as quickly and neatly as possible. In a trice, both women were rolling naked on a bedspread, feeling like naughty children.
"D'you think—" gasped Paulette, "Felicity Friend wanted you to slap her? I think she was flirting in that 'shut me up' way."
Margaret snickered. "If so, she was out of luck. I already have a luscious wife." She ran her hands possessively through Paulette's hair, claiming its silkiness. Paulette reached for Margaret's small breasts, not wanting them to feel neglected.
Margaret held Paulette's wrists and gently pushed her down on the bed. "Just let me this time, honey. All right?"
Paulette moaned, sinking into the mood as though into a pile of swan's-down. "In that case, Mistress, will you use the cuffs?"
"Oh, baby, I didn't bring them. I didn't think we could run the risk of any of our toys being found here. How's this? You have to hold onto the bed frame and if you let go, you'll be punished." Despite her tone of command, Margaret looked concerned. Paulette knew that she was the one person Margaret could afford to trust completely. Margaret didn't want to lose a particle of Paulette's trust in her.
"Yes, Ma'am." Paulette gracefully reached up beyond her own head to find the bed frame and curl her fingers around it. "Forgive me for asking you to expose yourself to your enemies. This hopeless girl needs to be put in her place." Paulette wiggled her hips as vigorously as possible in a horizontal position. "I'm such a slut I can't behave properly."
Margaret guffawed. "A minute ago, I could hardly lure you away from Emily Davison. You probably do need a reminder of what I want from you. Mmm. You're asking for it." Margaret nuzzled Paulette's pillowy breasts, then licked a wet ring around the nipples before sucking and nibbling them.
Margaret's tongue left a wet trail down Paulette's sensitive, gurgling midriff to her deeply-indented belly button. Margaret ran her hands firmly down Paulette's sides, then tickled her tummy, challenging her to resist the impulse to let go of the bed frame.
Paulette squirmed, laughed, and rose to the challenge. She wondered how long it would take her spouse to find out how wet she was between her legs.
Margaret hovered like a bee circling a flower. She stroked Paulette's plump thighs, held them apart, and dipped an experimental tongue between Paulette's outer lips. Margaret nipped at the tender ivory skin above the curly brown bush which glistened with moisture.
"Mistress."
Margaret grinned. "What do you want, baby? Tell me."
"I want to be fucked."
"By just anyone? Should I bring in one of the maids?"
"I want you to fuck me, Ma'am. My cunt is starving."
"Maybe I should come in somewhere else first." Margaret tickled Paulette's puckered asshole with a long finger. "This opening has been neglected for awhile."
Paulette continued to squirm and Margaret continued to
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