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Hypnotryst - Part 1
Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
Sasha looked up into her mistress’s face, her eyes lightly closed and lips parted, the warrior queen wore a beatific expression of ecstasy and desire as she gently rocked her hips to feel the soldier’s shaft stirring inside her. Sasha saw that the pad of her extended thumb was almost touching that special place at the apex of Anja’s slit, a place Sasha had discovered with delight on her own body and knew to be wonderfully sensitive to erotic contact. She moved her thumb slightly in service of her mistress’s pleasure and the effect was instantaneous and beyond her expectations. Releasing a low, plaintive gasp, it seemed to knock the queen’s breath from her body as if from a blow. Her spine loosened and she fell forwards over Sasha, balancing her forearms on the blonde woman’s shoulders and resting her cheek against the top of her head. Rhythmically she ground her sex against Sasha’s thumb, finally allowing it to slip inside her and hugging Sasha tighter as she stretched to accommodate both warrior and handmaiden inside her womanhood. Sasha’s dedication to her queen was complete, and to see her taking such pleasure from the small assistance she provided was exciting beyond measure. She could hear the tell-tale signs of an approaching climax in Anja’s laboured breathing; and as the queen rocked and arched her back, it brought the dark, pointed peak of one full breast to Sasha’s lips. With thoughts only of serving her mistress, she took the nipple into her mouth, sucking it ... between her teeth and gently nibbling the tip. Anja’s arms closed around her neck; she cried out in passion, pressing Sasha’s face into the soft embrace of her breast, unleashing a ragged, inhaled cry as her climax crested. Feeling that this was the moment she had been asked to facilitate, Sasha released the soldier’s shaft and allowed Anja to fall back onto it, filling her to the hilt with its rearing, throbbing power and driving a raw, lustful scream from her labouring chest. Sasha held her queen tightly in both arms as her body twisted and bucked in the uncontrolled throes of orgasm, allowing her to keep her promise that the warrior would be permitted just one stroke of her silken sheath. But the young soldier needed no more than one; the heat and pressure of the queen’s sex and her tiny writhing, form impaled on his shaft was enough to bring him to his own climax. Sasha heard his hitching breaths and then as he cried out, she pushed back on Anja’s almost limp body just in time for him to spray his seed in great arcing ropes over her naked breasts and stomach. Locked in each other’s arms, Anja focused briefly on Sasha’s blue eyes with a grateful look and then softly kissed her lips in thanks. Sasha smiled back at her queen. This was an unexpectedly intimate moment; she wondered whether anything would ever be the same between them. (CASE NOTE: TW 23/9/2014 – My interpretation of this story: the Sasha character from whose perspective the story is told is clearly Susan. ...