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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: The Ashes: Sam's Revenge
Summary: Two women, Alessia and Samantha, who met in London rendezvous in
Perth, Australia in steamy hot lesbian sex.
Keywords: FF, oral, anal, toys, rom
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (C) 2003
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Comments: Alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
Archived: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/ !
Archive Mirror: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/ !
This is a sexual fantasy, a fiction, except for Sam and me, none of the
characters ever existed so the things they did were only in my demented
mind.
Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls (in my country) may legally have full sex at 16 with boys or girls.
But, if you are in the USA you most definitely can't read about it until you
are 21 years of age in most jurisdictions.
So if you're too young don't read this, if you do you'll go blind (or
something).
If you're an adult and shouldn't or don't like reading about sex, why are
you sill here?
As I hold the copyright I hold the right to allow this to be posted
elsewhere so if you want to, ask me at Alessia *@* 37.com but totally free
websites will be permitted to post it - I just want to know where; fair
enough? ASSTR and Nifty are welcome to post the story on their sites.
All of my stories are archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/index.html :
Any comments are appreciated at Alessia.Gerini *at* talk21.com - they are my
motivation for writing for your pleasure - the good, bad, ugly, whatever; I
read and reply to them all. Oh, you can comment in my guest book too :-)
Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: The Ashes: Sam's Revenge
Summary: Two women met in London (see "The Ashes" by Sam Cornell). A
fortuitous circumstance brings then together for several hours of hot
lesbian sex.
Keywords: FF, toys, oral, anal, rom.
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (C) 2003
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Comments: Alessia@37NOBULL.com (Delete NOBULL)
Archived: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/ !
Archive Mirror: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/ !
This story is a sexual fantasy, a fiction, except for me and Sam none of the
characters ever existed so the things done were only in my demented mind.
Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls (in my country) may legally have full sex at 16 with boys or girls.
But, if you are in the USA you most definitely can't read about it until you
are 21 years of age in most jurisdictions.
So if you're too young don't read this, if you do you'll go blind (or
something).
If you're an adult and shouldn't or don't like reading about sex, why are
you sill here?
As I hold the copyright I hold the right to allow this to be posted
elsewhere so if you want to, ask me at Alessia *@* 37.com but totally free
websites will be permitted to post it - I just want to know where; fair
enough? ASSTR and Nifty are welcome to post the story on their sites.
All of my stories are archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/index.html :
Any comments are appreciated at Alessia.Gerini *at* talk21.com - they are my
motivation for writing for your pleasure - the good, bad, ugly, whatever; I
read and reply to them all. Oh, you can comment in my guest book too :-)
The Ashes: Sam's Revenge
Tom's News
I slipped my finger under my bra squishing on the semi-hard knob and
wriggling my finger around and over it until it was hard. That sent
gorgeous tingles to my faithful pussy. Yes, it felt so good - indeed,
better than good.
I sat blissfully ensconced in a Qantas business-class seat somewhere high
over India thinking of my forthcoming illicit rendezvous with Alessia, my
Australian friend in Perth. I glanced at the screen in front of me. Still
the same second-rate Hollywood "action thriller" flickered back at me. Tom,
my husband, continued sleeping on next to me. Given the opportunity, I
planned a few things I could do to get the better of Alessia.
Since the afternoon in my apartment, we had kept in touch by email and she
was to meet me at the airport in her town. Now, don't get me wrong, but
women don't usually turn me on, but Alessia is different. I don't know why
she has this effect on me but she does. I thought about Alessia's face, her
boobs and especially her perfect bottom, and got horny and when my both
nipples reacted to my thoughts, I covered myself with one of those little
airline blankets.
My mind was not totally focused on my nipples or even down below, and
although it did feel good, my mind was elsewhere. To be less oblique, in my
mind I was in the arms of Alessia or, to be more precise, she was in mine.
I had promised myself I would somehow get her to surrender to me.
How did I get to be here with my husband and me playing with myself? I had
better flashback back a few weeks.
I had come home to our quite small but comfortable apartment in Dulwich, and
while not in the City of London is not far out as things go. I found Tom in
an apron cooking. I knew something was up straight away. Cooking is
something he rarely does; either he thought he was going to be in the
doghouse or he had some good news - and I mean something first-class.
"Hello Tom," I said as I dropped my brief case on the desk and removed my
shoes and jacket, hanging it carefully over the back of my comfy old leather
lounge chair.
"You cooking! What's the story?" I continued in a humours tone as I
entered the kitchen. Before he answered, I had spotted three bottles of
wine. From the colour of the bottles, they had to be red. Good news I
deducted.
"I . . . we are going to Australia for a five day conference," he said. The
cooking odours wafting through my nostrils, the scrumptious aroma of
grilling meat came to me. Yum! He continued, " - if you can come."
Spluttering, I said, "We are what?"
My thoughts jumped to Alessia and I said to myself, in Perth, please!
"In Sydney, in three weeks. Can you get away from work?"
Somewhat disappointed, I replied, "Fantastic: I don't know, but I am owed a
few weeks off. I'll probably be able to swing it if I can quickly finish
this job I'm on now." I hoped my disappointment was not inflected in my
voice. To see Alessia I would have to somehow work it in around the
conference dates. I was determined to get the time off owed to me so I
could go.
"And what are your chances of getting it done in time?"
"Um . . . pretty good!"
"Great. Perhaps we can take some extra leave and fly to Queensland to see
the Great Barrier Reef afterwards."
My arms wrapped around his waist I kissed his neck. "That sounds fabulous,"
I said as I nibbled his ear.
"Mm, keep that up and we'll be eating late and this Aberdeen Angus steak
will taste like leather."
"Steak! So my nose was spot on, sounds great, smells gorgeous. " This was
something special. Excited I said, "Okay, so what can I do?"
"Open one of these bottles of Houghton's Shiraz to let it breath. It's
Australian; I had some trouble finding it but I've heard you speak of Perth
sometimes and the wines from that part of Oz and it's from around there. I
tracked it down in the Four Vintners in East London. I thought it would be
good to try a wine from Western Australia."
Grabbing a corkscrew I asked, "Okay, so tell me more." I pulled the cork
with a pop wondering why I'd been silly enough to mention Alessia's
hometown. Interesting, I wonder if he knows or even suspects anything about
our little steamy liaison. No, I doubt it. No, how could he? Our email?
Had we been sufficiently discreet? Not always, but would he spy on me? Go
through my email? Mm, it's possible.
It then occurred to me that my plan to spend a little time with Alessia
might be construed as cheating on him. After all, I wanted to see her, to
chat, to see Perth but primarily to have sex with her. You know, carnal
knowledge and we are both women - how would he react to that?
He interrupted my train of thought: "Well, Joe, who was to go now can't for
various reasons, so I was next up the line. Of course, I jumped at it
especially as we haven't been away together for a while now and as spouses
are included, you'll know a few of the wives. Do you really think you'll be
able to pull it off?"
"I think so," I said as I thought of Alessia. The wives? I don't think so.
"It's reasonable as the work loads will slacken off when we finish this
big one."
Tom and I made good work of that steak and the red - well two bottles went
down very smoothly as we chatted about Australia.
I managed to get three weeks off at short notice - not unheard of in the
intimate firm where I worked. I emailed Alessia and let her know, but there
was no way could she be in Sydney while I was hanging loose while the
conference was on. And I didn't really want to hang around with Tom's
"office wives". She suggested flying to Perth and then catching the
Indian-Pacific train to Sydney during the conference. I would get to see
some of the Australian outback.
While chatting to Tom, I mentioned that I had little in common with most of
the wives and that I had heard that the train across Australia is one of the
greatest of all train rides. I told him that I wanted to go while the
conference was on but that I would be in Sydney for the last day or so of
it. He readily agreed that as my salary is not inconsequential in our
lifestyle and that I should get things I wanted when these sorts of
opportunities arose. It cost a pile but Tom agreed that if I wanted to go I
should. So, here I am on my way to Singapore where I will split from Tom
who will fly direct to Sydney while I head for Perth and Alessia.
I worried a little about Tom knowing or suspecting me meeting Alessia. I
should have told him I had a friend in Perth although I would have had to
lie about her. It was one of those unresolved dilemmas that life throws at
us from time to time. He'd not said anything - perhaps I was worrying where
there was no need. Not that this solved my ethical problem of cheating on
him, but the temptation was too much.
The Flight
As the wind rushed past us five miles high my thoughts were back last year
in her London hotel room where I first smelled the 'scent of a woman'. I
licked my lips remembering it, remembering the surprise when I participated
for the first time in loving a woman. Her taste had assailed my tongue: it
had surprised me in being truly delicious, at least, when one's blood boiled
with lust.
It might have been a year ago, but right now, I could clearly recall it all.
Alessia's white panties, her bright-pink pussy inches from my face, her
aroma and my tentative first taste before I gorged on her. I knew I was
making myself wet thinking about it. Or was my nipple doing that to me?
I slipped my hand down to my waist and snuck my fingers under it, down under
my panties' elastic until they brushed against my curlies. Three fingers
combed the sparse bush I sport. It tickled and teased me. My finger struck
some dampness as I idly enjoyed playing in the softness. I slipped two
fingers slowly passed and into my heated wet entry. I moved them, savouring
the sensations. My arousal was rapid and inexorable.
After a short while, I eased past Tom and headed to the loo. Aircraft
toilets aren't designed for what I had in mind but I got my feet up on the
door pulling my knees up against the sidewalls. Then, in there, I did to
myself what beggars description, but at least I was able to make noise as I
came. I needed that. Alessia's place in my mind was becoming acutely
emotive and my memories ardent.
I went back to my seat to find Tom awake and the movie finished. He looked
at me with a puzzled frown; he enquired, "Are you all right? You've been
gone quite awhile."
"Yes, I'm fine. I only went to the loo."
"You're not sick are you?"
"No, there is nothing to worry about." It was about then that I realised
that I must smell of my pussy aroma and that I had pushed right past his
nose getting back to my seat. Had he recognised it; was he suspicious?
We ate yet another meal and then descended into the humid heat of Singapore.
Alessia had advised me to grab some silk blouses or shirts, preferably
mix-and-match with some skirts or slacks in 'Singers' as she called
Singapore. So, when Tom and I checked out Orchard Road's shopping centres,
we both bought light summer clothes for "the Aussie summer heat." Amongst
some other superb things, I picked out a wonderful silk cheongsam in which I
intended to surprise Alessia. It had the typical high neck but side-splits
practically up to my armpits.
Tom's flight to Sydney was much earlier than the Perth flight, so we said
our goodbyes, we kissed, I watched him board his plane and leave. Then I
ate, drank coffee and especially shopped in the airport's extensive
precincts.
It was pleasant but now I wanted to be in Perth and I was determined to
embarrass and surprise Alessia at every opportunity. I had cooked up some
scenarios I might pull off. I knew that Alessia had some kind of problem
she had to deal with while I was in Perth that might interfere with my
visit. Of course, she was hoping we could be together as much as I was.
On the flight to Perth after just the one full day in Singapore, I tried to
sleep but with little success: I was getting excited. The Perth flight
leaves Singapore quite late and during Western Australia's summer, arrives
in the early-dawn light. It's embarrassing to relate as I was feeling
decidedly horny, but I wanted to wait till I met Alessia. I would vent my
pent-up woman's crème de la crème all over her face - you luscious bitch, I
thought giggling inside.
About three-quarters of an hour out of Perth, I had grabbed my bag and
changed in the mini-toilets into the cheongsam. I had put on a matching
thong and a nice comfy, though pretty bra but no stockings. The aircraft
flight attendants looked a bit startled but were very complimentary about my
appearance. The men passengers seemed to appreciate my legs too. It made
me feel impish and sexy.
The Arrival
As the passengers in Business Class alight first, I was able to miss the
crush and buy duty-free booze before I went through customs to find Alessia.
I saw her before she spotted me: she hadn't changed a bit. She wore a
very short skirt, a skimpy singlet top, and at least four-inch spikes. She
looked as sexy as hell but I thought it was an odd outfit to wear to meet
me. And it was early morning, barely past first light. I could see the sun
low on the eastern horizon. Dawn in Australia, at least in Perth, is quite
quick, I noticed, but the early morn looked cool - too cool for such a
skimpy outfit.
I snuck up close to her before she recognised me and she smiled broadly
holding out her hands to greet me. Smiling, I quickly moved to her, dropped
my bags and stepped into her body space with my face up close to hers. I
looked into her eyes and then at her glossed lips; I slipped my arms around
her waist, my hands under her singlet onto her cool, soft flesh. She
quivered at my presence and my touch. She felt amazing and sexy; I'd
forgotten just how marvellous her skin felt.
As I'd hoped, my greeting had surprised her and I was clearly making it hard
for her not to kiss me. Her gaze dropped to my lips and she looked at them
hungrily. I continued to look at her mouth with my lips slightly open,
awaiting her tongue. Her full lips parted. I moved closer so that we
touched, but I didn't kiss her. I waited. Her libido would force her to
kiss me. So provoked, I doubted that she would be able to resist.
As I'd planned, she tilted her head and embraced me, our mouths met in a
passionate clinch. I held her there for much longer than ordinary friends
would just saying hello. Standing on one foot in my spike-strapped shoes, I
had one leg cocked up exposing my legs almost to my waist. I had slipped my
tongue between her lips to seek out hers. She had responded immediately.
My leg started to go to jelly and I slumped into her. I then realised how
horny but tired I was.
Eventually I let her go and in a loud whisper said, "Hi, Darling; it's great
to see you again." Poor Alessia was flustered but breathing hard, the blush
rising over her face as I watched. As though looking for somebody, her eyes
darted about in the crowds of people that were greeting the other
passengers.
After thirty seconds or so, looking somewhat relieved, she looked into my
eyes and barely audibly said, "Well, for this time of the day you are
feeling frisky and hello to you too. Oh, my god, you do look gorgeous."
Although looking tired, her smile glowed in welcome. I grabbed her hand and
asked, "Where can I pick up my luggage?"
"Follow me sweetie."
"Sam, if you don't mind," I said. A thrilling tremor shot up my spine and
my nipples hardened even more than kissing Alessia had. I looked at Alessia
to see hers clearly poking into her thin top. A grin I could not help.
Round one to me!
I've never done that greeting act before, not even to Tom. It was
electrifying. As we headed for the luggage, I asked Alessia if she would
like to give me a quick look round the city first or go to the hotel. She
opted for a quick bit sightseeing then to the hotel for some catch-up sleep.
She said that she had worked last night and was bushed. That suited me;
I'd been awake since yesterday morning.
The crowd moved to let us through, many had huge smiles for us, presumably,
they had seen our greeting, and others acted as if we had anthrax or
mad-cow-disease. I didn't know for a certainty, but I think I'd embarrassed
Alessia with my greeting - we were both flushed. She had tasted delectable.
Her soft, full lips were agape showing a little of her even white teeth.
God, she looked so sexy. I tingled all over looking at her but her outfit
didn't gel. Something was wrong.
Alessia directed me to the luggage carrousel and quickly saw my case and
pointed it out. As Alessia leant over to pick it up, I saw her full breast
through the sleeve; she wasn't wearing a bra and I'd been so excited it took
that sight to wake me up. Her breast hung and swung with its weight
transfixing my eyes on its eroticism.
However, I did not miss seeing her full smooth butt cheeks when her tiny
skirt rose up. She was not wearing panties of any sort. Although I only
got a flash of her pussy, seeing her perfect bottom brought back vivid
memories. My mind spun into overdrive with erotic thoughts. I would never
have picked myself to be proud to be in the company of a woman dressed like
Alessia, but I was.
She looked up at me, my case in hand, and blushed profusely when she
realised what she had done. She became flustered again. I had become so
aroused after waiting to see her for so long and then seeing much of her
charms, I had become decidedly damp. I had never thought of myself as
lesbian and had only been with one woman once before, and that was Alessia,
but at that moment, I was smitten with her.
The Sights
Alessia had a luggage carrier that we loaded my stuff onto, and we headed to
her car in the parking area. As we walked she told me she was a submissive
to Ingrid. She explained that this meant, in effect, that she was her slave
Ingrid was her Mistress. She was, she said, Ingrid's property, simply a
possession of Ingrid's, the sole purpose of which was to please and pleasure
her Mistress. She'd not had Ingrid's permission to see me and so she should
not be with me, but Ingrid had gone out of town. Alessia explained she no
longer had any clothes of her own, so the clothes she wore were those chosen
by Ingrid to look especially sexy - like a "working girl" might wear for
picking up tricks.
"I should not be here, or for that matter, anywhere with you, unless Ingrid
specifically says I can. I would be punished severely if I were caught,"
she said with a brave face.
"Really! What would she do to you?"
She shuddered saying, "I don't know, but nothing nice."
"Darling Alessia, tell me; guess?"
"Mm, a flogging and locked in a cage bound, gagged and blindfolded for days;
flogged again. And that's a bare minimum."
It was my turn to shudder; the seriousness in her expression alone would not
have convinced me but it explained her furtiveness in the passenger
reception area. I was convinced. "So what can we do?"
"We can book in at your hotel but stay in my flat in case Ingrid telephones
me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes honey, I've thought about it - I know it's wrong, but I want to be with
you. It's only a half a day. Let's make the most of it. I'm lucky that
Ingrid bought me my flat."
"Why is that?" I said naively.
"Well, she entertains some of her clients overnight - it's when she doesn't
always want to explain me away. Though I do often help her entertain at
parties. Also, in case anything untoward happens to her she warned me to
have a place free of encumbrances."
"All right - but I don' want you hurt or anything. Just tell me what to do"
"Okay!"
I gave her a big smile and squeezed her hand. She returned both with
interest and I left the topic in her hands.
The City
She dove down a freeway and a scruffy highway to the Burswood Casino, a
resort by the Swan River and then over some bridges into the modern little
city to way up into Kings Park on Mt. Eliza. From there, we could see the
freeway south into the distance as it skirted the broad reaches of the Swan
River estuary. Marinas were evident, there were several rowing skulls
skimming across the calm water and a few fishermen netting with gulls in
attendance looking for easy pickings.
Looking back the other way, east, we walked hand in hand passed the war
memorial to view the city's skyline. The view was quite beautiful, but not
as beautiful as my companion. She clearly loved her city, made evident as
she pointed out landmarks.
There were flower gardens with native Australian plants all around and with
the sun now sufficiently high for good light, I took many good photos from
there. There were no people there at that hour, just the two of us. In
such circumstances, it was romantic for me and I again slipped my arm around
her waist onto her cool skin. She looked at me in such a sultry way I knew
she was relaxed about me being with her there. Any thoughts of prospective
punishment for her were kept well hidden from me.
We walked to a wishing well and I made a wish. From there we followed a
path leading down and around the hill for a while. I stopped her and
turned to her, feeling a little guilty. "Are you sure you want me to stay
with you? Getting flogged because of me - I would never forgive myself."
Alessia blushed, "You don't - probably couldn't understand it, but I get
such a buzz from that. I get so horny from floggings and all that. I don't
like the pain, but I love what it does to me."
I held her to me but feeling sorry for her, asked, "You what? You like what
it does to you? Alessia, that's sick."
"I know most people think that. I do sometimes too, but it's true. Look at
me just thinking about it."
I looked at her; she looked back at me surreptitiously and looked a bit
embarrassed but nothing else as far as I noticed except that her nipples
were protruding from her singlet.
"Well, what's special?"
She looked down saying, "Look there."
I looked down at her legs - nothing untoward, at her tummy - again nothing.
"Alessia, where or what am I looking for?"
She looked at me beseechingly, "Under my skirt."
"You want me to look under your skirt? Here?"
"Yes."
"I can't do that."
"Please, Samantha, I want you to?"
Heck, this was not in my handbook of ways to behave, but it was her way of
begging me to look at her pussy. She knew that I was aware she hadn't any
panties on. Maybe she didn't realise I had seen. Anyway I asked her,
"Please, Ale, show me?"
She lifted her skirt and I saw her bald mound. But on closer inspection,
her labia lips were puffed, bright pink, and shimmering in the early morning
light was her woman's dew oozing from her.
"Oh, my god. Just thinking of being flogged does that to you?"
She said, "Yes, I have no idea why, but Ingrid is really so special to me
and whatever she wants me to do or take, turns me into a sex-driven slut.
It's what she wants from me. Of course, Ingrid's training has been good and
I go like this at almost anything suggestively sexy. Having you here . . .
well, being with you, here, now is another reason."
I wanted to fuck there and then, but I pressed myself onto her, feeling the
clean, waxed skin on her mound. She quivered, but not from the easterly
breeze. My knees weakened in lust.
"Let's get booked into the hotel and then get to your flat, quick and smart.
The tension is killing me.'
We almost ran to her car and drove to the hotel in minutes. She carried my
luggage in for me. I asked that all except my carry-on bag be stored till
my return.
We were in her little apartment in ten minutes. Facing each other, we
stripped. I stripped off the beautiful cheongsam in seconds while she
pulled off her singlet. Another second later her skirt slid to the floor.
She stood naked before me in all her glory and I revelled in her wonderful
body. Her full breasts heaving, their nipples hard, her light all-over-tan
and curvaceous figure awaited me, arousing my yearning. I noted the lust in
her eyes as she coveted my body; that excited me.
The initiative was mine and I pushed her onto her bed, pulled down my thong
and straddled her, my knees up each side of her. I slid my slicked pussy up
her tummy and over her tits. I sat on her chest, my cunt lips 'kissing'
her. She kissed me hard, passion and lust overwhelming any other ambience
her apartment might have had.
Her mouth sucked me in, large slabs of my juicy pussy flesh, her tongue
probing nook and crevice. Her fingers entered me deep, relentlessly
establishing a rapid rhythm. She found my sweet spot, flicking its tautness
till I screamed in euphoria, coming all over her face.
She did not let me go but kept holding me, her face still attached to me
like a leech. I had long ago lost any inhibitions with Alessia and let her
please me. This was lust unbridled and I loved it. Coming again and again
as she lost herself in my hot folds, fucking my cunt dry as I drifted about
in the sea of ecstasy.
Some half an hour passed and I was still sitting on her torso. I slid
exhausted down her body, resting my head on her cushion-like boobs. She
slid an arm under my head and rolled us so I could suck a nipple. I felt an
arm holding me still as I suckled her like a baby.
I fell asleep fatigued, sleeping with her nipple in my mouth.
I awoke feeling much refreshed. I was flat on my back, naked, uncovered and
comfortably cool. I felt marvellous. My mind immediately thought of
Alessia and I rolled my head to see her asleep. She was lying face down but
had one leg cocked up. Moving so not to disturb my sleeping beauty, I
feasted my eyes on her naked body. I doubted any other woman would have
tantalised me erotically like Alessia. Once again, I lusted after her.
I checked the time at ten forty-five that morning. Alessia seemed deep in
sleep. I slid out of the bed stood and stretched while looking at the view
across a small inlet. I looked back at Alessia, her hips and butt cheeks so
smooth, so inviting. I guessed her slave status would have her in need of
sex toys close by. I looked in her bedside drawers. There I found a
veritable treasure trove of things. Quietly, I sifted through them. I
guessed at several vibrators, dildos, blindfolds, cuffs and a whip with
multiple flat straps that made me shudder. Then I found it - it intrigued
me, her strap-on dildo.
I struggled with it and after several minutes, I thought I had it on
properly. To my astonishment, I found that not only did it have a big,
thick rubber "dick" on the outside, but also a part on the inside fitted
into me. From the moment I had it on the cheeks of Alessia's bottom looked
even more scrumptious. I moved to the foot of her bed where I could see her
all naked and exposed. The effect of walking with the dildo wobbling about
in front of me was weird, but its movement had me twitching inside my slick
folds.
I bent over and stroked her upper-facing butt cheek. I leaned in further,
my knees on the bed, and kissed her smoothness. Before even thinking about
it, I'd licked her. She tasted gorgeous. Salty and she smelled slightly of
sweat and more strongly of our sex juices that were all over her. Something
inside me found that stimulating, more than that, I found it compelling.
I licked some more moving towards her crack. I knew then I had to kiss her
ass; the little wrinkly bit in the middle invited me. Tentatively at first,
I gave it a peck. It moved! It moved as though it kissed me back. I then
stuck out my tongue and licked. It twitched again. Like its smell, it
tasted salty and of woman sex. I licked around it, spellbound. Rimming its
circumference with my tongue; an exploration of previously unexplored
territory - disgusting, erotic - I couldn't stop myself. Alessia stirred
but I was fascinated and highly aroused by it all.
It felt dirty, my mind rebelled and I wondered what the hell was I doing.
That feeling left me almost as quickly as it came. Alessia's ass was
enthralling. The dirty feeling, the stale smells, the taste, her wrinkled
hole all turned me on.
The next thing I knew was my tongue pressing on her rosebud. It resisted
me. I made my tongue harder and pressed harder. I thought I got the tip in
a little. I'd become preoccupied with this apparently active bit of Alessia
and it was only afterwards that I wondered why I didn't find it too
revolting, but it wasn't at all. It was the horniest thing I'd ever done.
I pressed harder against the unyielding hole and got the tip in. Suddenly
the hardness of the hole went soft and my tongue slid in. I got a shock as
it grabbed my tongue. My mouth pressed against her, kissing her ass. I
felt like I couldn't escape but did I want to? Alessia's hole had me by the
tongue! Oh fuck, it was surreal, fantastic. My pussy was now bubbling, hot
and wet.
Alessia moaned. I pulled my tongue back. She moaned again but this time I
heard, "Oh god, Sam." I pushed back in and worked my tongue in her again,
my lips on her. The moaning became louder. Alessia was awake and she
struggled to get onto her knees. "God, Sam, wild!"
She was calling for me not to stop. It was so odd that I had gone there,
but I loved it. I reached for her pussy - she was sopping - and so was I.
I remembered the strap-on and why I had gone there. And then Alessia came -
her hole twitching, grasping my tongue. I too nearly came, but managed
instead to extract myself lining up the dildo with her pussy. I wet it on
her and pressed my hips at her, watching engrossed, as the dildo disappeared
into her. It was most erotic to see her open to accommodate it. She
whimpered, "Oh shit, Sam, oh god, it's so good!"
She picked up my rhythm as I started thrusting. The "thing" pressed into me
and soon I was feeling spirited and tingly all over. It gave me a feeling
of power I'd never before experienced. And over Alessia! It was wild. I
exploited my dominance by keeping her under me, fucking her hot pussy. Her
hips and waist felt wonderful as I pushed and pulled her onto my "cock."
I leaned over her, grasping her breasts, feeling their weight sway in my
cupped hands. I fingered her nipples, hearing her squeal in appreciation;
that drove me on. The power I experienced was in itself a huge erotic
stimulus. I felt myself developing towards a colossal orgasm, I blurted to
the groaning Alessia, " Darling, soon I'll erupt, come with me."
Her reply came gasping, "Oh, my God, yes, yes!"
I grabbed her breasts hard using them like handles. I thrust my hips to
slap my tummy and thighs against her ass cheeks. My pending orgasm
strengthened and then I knew nothing but rapture for an eon as the flashing
lights blazed in my brain. The orgasm had utterly blown my mind. The next
thing I knew I was kissing Alessia, tonguing her mouth as if there were no
tomorrow.
Still hot, I gathered my wits and grabbed her hips, rolled her onto her
back, and with a mighty effort, I lifted her onto my stake. The look on her
face turned from a sultry smile to a lustful flush as she sunk onto the
dildo again. She looked awesome, beautiful and bemused. She was gone, her
eyes looking into mine, glazed, as I thrust my hips to fuck her once more.
If power is an aphrodisiac, I now knew why. I was steaming with lust as
Alessia took my "penis" to the hilt crying out with each stroke.
I watched the thick dildo penetrate her, pulling her labia with it on the
outward stroke. Her head lolled about, her mouth open and her breasts
swayed with the rhythm I enforced on her. It was entrancing; I was feeling
the effects of the reverse side, my part of the dildo in me all this time.
I could sense her developing her inevitable climax, just as I was. With
difficulty, I slowed my thrusting, prolonging the ecstasy.
Pinning her to her bed I did my best at controlling her. An awesome surge
of power thrilled me. Continuing to keep her riding the edge of her climax
was not easy, if only because I was also on the brink.
I thrust all the way into her although she was working hard raising herself
at my insistent thrusts. With difficulty, I slowed my thrusting to let us
teeter in pre-orgasmic, hazy bliss. Alessia begged me to make her come.
Despite all her pleas, I became more determined to hold her back, to control
her totally. But after maybe fifteen minutes, I gave in to my own craving.
Grabbing handfuls of her hair, I pulled her sweaty breasts to my mouth.
While sucking on her lush nipples, I pushed and pulled, our bodies sliding
on our perspiration, my sensitised nipples giving me tremors all over.
With the last of my energy, I gave four or five almighty thrusts. With a
growl deep in her throat, she orgasmed and I came seconds after. I had
never come for so long or so intensely.
Exhausted, I rolled us both onto our sides, to face each other. She grinned
at me. I grinned back. The dildo remained partly inside her. Alessia
wriggled herself fully onto it till her tummy touched mine and then she
remained still, our breasts pressed together. I wrapped a leg over her and
kissed her softly, for a long time breathing just through my nose. I
returned the kiss giving it what seemed like quiet contentment. Neither of
us spoke a word. We breathed in each other's sweet air.
Without me noticing, Alessia must have moved a little, for I found my hips
in an opposing rhythm to hers but so slight as to be barely perceptible. I
opened my eyes to find her smouldering eyes locked into mine. She sighed
and in a hushed, sultry voice said, "I've been waiting a long time for
that."
"Me too," I said as I realised she wanted more, but her training might have
forbidden her to be as forthright as she had been in London just one year
ago. Her arm was over me, her fingers on my lower back pressing each side
of the dimples of my lower spine. She was moving them in small circles, and
each orbit was sending tiny pricklings up my backbone. She snuggled closer
still, stirring slightly.
The telephone rang loudly. We both jumped, stunned in shock. Alessia
calmed quickly and picked it up saying, "Yes Mistress."
She listened and then in a nervous tone, "Oh, no, Mistress, I wasn't
masturbating."
Listening again turning red she added, "Yes, Mistress, I will."
Quiet while Ingrid spoke, I could hear her voice, Alessia then replied,
"I'll be ready for you Mistress: Five, o'clock, right!"
More listening, "Yes Mistress. Love you. Bye."
Hanging up Alessia said to me, "She's convinced I was masturbating."
Again naïve I asked, "So what."
"I can't cum without her permission."
"You're kidding me!"
"No way. I'm not," she said as she snuggled up to me again reaching to hold
me.
"Are you in trouble?"
"If I am, it's not because you're here, so don't worry. I'm not."
Her hand caressed my back and before long, her calm demeanour settled me and
I lay facing her. I drank in her beauty and became aroused once more.
She must have found an erogenous zone, for as I lay there my back became
sensitive to her in such an erotic way, and I found myself frantically
wanting her again. I moved to kiss her once more and found my pussy soaked
and my clitoris suddenly ablaze. I was temporarily staggered to find myself
so horny. Alessia had pulled some kind of magic on me.
The dildo was still inside her, but for me its novelty had waned.
Nevertheless, I thrust at her, grabbing her, pulling her hard to me, our
mouths meeting in a fiery kiss. We came simultaneously, both of us gushing
our juices.
Pushing her away after finishing my orgasm, I went hell-bent for her pussy.
She had me fervent for her juices. Diving my head into her, I pushed her
legs wide licking intensely at her folds, in her folds, nibbling, biting at
her. She was screaming; I took it to be in gratification. I found her ass
again covered in come. I licked at it. Soon it was all gone but the big
freckle was still there inviting me. Again, the incredible compulsion took
hold and I pressed my tongue into her once more.
She moaned loudly as I tried working my tongue hard into her tight hole.
Somehow, she twisted herself to get her hand to my pussy and soon had two or
three fingers in me, her thumb on my clitoris. She seemed to be readying to
climax again, but I didn't want her to, not so soon. God, what a depraved
bitch I'd become under the tutelage of Alessia. But damn it, she hadn't
taught me this, I'd shoved my tongue up her asshole all by my own volition.
Shit, how fucking disgusting. How fucking horny though. Never in my worst
nightmare would I dream I'd do this.
She relaxed her sphincter and my tongue was in. Tonguing her hole was an
unreal sensation, indescribable but so horny. Oh, oh god, shit. Alessia
orgasmed, squishing my tongue in spasms. I realised she'd reached around
and was pulling her asshole wide open- I came everywhere.
Un-fucking-believable!
Alessia fell back on her bed, splayed out, panting. She looked at me
astounded or perhaps bemused. Whatever, I got up and looked at her
shamefaced. She laughed at me. "You dirty bitch. Wow, what a session!
God, you are hot Sam, I'll miss you, and you know that."
Having outlived its novelty and its usefulness, at least for then, I got up
onto my knees and took off the strap-on.
My depravity hadn't fazed her at all. I felt better already as I lay beside
her. "Yeah, and I'll miss you too. There is no way I'll do that again - I
could only do it with you. An' I worried about that till you laughed."
"My Ingrid isn't into assholes so it's new to me too."
"I can hardly believe I did it."
Alessia laughed again, "I do," she said.
"Do you think it's depraved or disgusting?"
"Oh, god, no! I guess if you think about it, yeah probably, but with all
things sexual and consensual nothing much is really depraved," she said
philosophically but smiling.
"Well, sweet bitch, I'm going to have to pack up and go - shit, how time
flies when you're having fun."
We laughed as we reluctantly dragged ourselves out of bed.
We showered together and that was fabulous. Her soapy hands all over me;
mine all over her. God, her skin was so soft but I could feel her firm
muscles beneath. Unfortunately, time was against us. Trains wait for no
man - or woman. I packed as she whipped up a ham and asparagus omelette
with fruit juice. We stared at each other over the table on her patio as we
ate ravenously. I might have cried if she'd spoken.
We drove back to my hotel to pick up my luggage and chatted as she pointed
out various buildings of interest. The WACA, the Mint, the Governor's
House, the Supreme Court, the ferry terminal, Perth Water, the Narrows
Bridge, Mt. Elisa and then "His Majesty's" a wonderful theatre over the
road from my hotel.
The drive to the rail terminal. It was far too quick.
Departing is such sweet sorrow! We clung to each other knowing this was
probably the last time we would ever see or touch each other again. The
porter collected my luggage, showed me to my cabin, stowing my things for
me, and left us with an amused look.
We kissed long and sweetly, saying our good-byes in the best way we knew -
with our bodies.
La Fini
By Alessia Gerini (c) 2003
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