|HORNY LESBO STUFF|
“You’re my good girl aren’t you?” Joan held the vibrator against the shrouded peak of Jodie's nipple, pressing too hard and for too long for it to be enjoyable. Her left hand roamed over Jodie's responsive body as she sat cradled between Joan’s thighs on the floor. She whispered seductively into Spiteri’s ear. “Imagine how good it would feel if my hands could touch all of your body at once, do you think that you could survive such a thing?”
“Oh, Miss Ferguson….” Jodie's thighs clenched at the wickedly sexy thought.
“You want to touch yourself, don’t you? I know that you’re wet, I can smell you; and you must be so hard by now, hmmm?” She switched the vibrator to the other breast.
“Yes” groaned Jodie.
“Go on then, Jodie.” Joan’s nipples were like bullets inside her shirt. She thrilled in the perversity of the situation. She had created a being that thought she wanted, no needed this. She couldn’t help wondering what Spiteri’s life would be like in the years to come; how long it would take her to suffer a total break when the world Joan had promised her didn’t materialise.
Spiteri’s hand found its way between her legs and began to move tentatively, she looked up into Joan’s face and instinctively pulled the thin cotton up around her waist so that the Governor could watch. Her other hand pulled Joan’s up to her face and she wrapped the leather clad fingers around her cheeks, dark eyes imploring Joan to squeeze. Joan obliged with a satisfied smile.
Jodie’s hand moved faster between her legs, harder in her need to chase down the orgasm that teased her heightened senses. She gripped Joan’s hand and pushed it up against her nostrils ‘til she could barely breathe, pressing Joan’s palm hard against her squashed lips. Her cunt flared, clit hardening even further under her slippery fingers as she writhed into the Governor’s solid body. God it felt so good!
Setting the vibrator aside Joan loosened the baton from her hip and drew the butt across Spiteri’s cracked lips. They opened to accommodate the shaft and her tongue laved the solid rod till it was shiny with spit. Joan removed the instrument and held it up in front of them both whilst she waited for Spiteri to acknowledge her desire.
“Use it on me, Miss Ferguson; please….?” the pale girl gasped.
“Why don’t you use it on yourself, hmmm?” Joan handed the truncheon to the prisoner.
Jodie stared up into Joan’s eyes and pressed the blunt, moist tip into her greedy wetness, working it into her hungry hole as Joan crooned encouragement.
She fucked herself slowly at first but the insistent throb in her cunt soon demanded more. Jodie felt the Governor wrap her long limbs around her as the violent lust grew inside. She had never felt safer, cradled in the arms of her protector, the woman who had forgiven her transgressions because she understood…..
Closing her thighs around the cool length she ground her clit into the moulded hand grip, bucking and moaning as she grew hotter and hotter.
Joan lifted Spiteri from between her thighs and positioned her on her lap, rotating the sweating slut so that she could command her gaze whilst still being able to observe the baton’s progress out of the corner of her eye. She gave Spiteri the vibrator and took over fucking her with the night stick, her left arm moving fluidly as she pumped the hard shaft in and out with an obscene slurping noise. Joan looked down at the source of the noise with a detached fascination; creamy secretions coated the black stick making it gleam dully in the dim light. Under different circumstances, with a different partner, she would find the sound deeply arousing but it was a prisoner and, although she was just as satisfied at the result of her actions, there was no thrill plucking at her pleasure centre.
Her lips tickled Spiteri’s ear. “Have you ever been fucked this intensely, Jodie? Has anybody ever cared about you like I do? I want you to know that I’ll be with you forever; you know, this kind of connection can never be broken, no matter what anybody may say. You can feel it can’t you?” Joan pulled her head back to watch the effect her words had on her subject.
“Oh goddddd!” rasped Jodie. Each thrust sent a bright pulse of euphoria coruscating through her body making her tingle with a lightness that transcended all the misery that surrounded her. She would do whatever Ferguson asked of her, agree to everything she said just as long as she was away from the burning pain of her guilt.
“Do you want to come, Jodie? Is it time?” Fun as this was, she wanted to clock off and get a few hours’ sleep before her next visit.
“Mmmm…ohhh!” Jodie's cries rose in pitch as she swept the vibrator’s tip over her clit, reaching down to collect her juices and smearing them over her dry hood, crying out again in pleasure as the buzzing plastic skated around the bulging nub and the bliss began to centre on the bundle of nerves and tissue between her quivering thighs.
Joan shifted her arm behind Spiteri’s back, raising her elbow so that she could clamp her hand over the small face and smother the helpless sounds that issued from her broken toy. She had to be careful not to allow the evocative noises to excite her own senses and reminded herself that this was work, not pleasure.
“Come for me now, Jodie. Let go.” She pulled the pitiful creature into her uniformed chest as the first penetrating spasms wracked the sweating girl.
Jodie was pushed and pulled into the swirl of dark passion as Ferguson’s arm slowed and the baton was delicately applied to every inch of her inner walls. She released the vibrator and pressed her fingertips against her swollen clit, sliding the hood over the slippery peak as she wrung every last ounce of ecstasy from the moment.