dance.
Leaning forward, she grabbed the handle and hauled it closed, the glass suddenly reflecting the image of someone standing behind her. With a squeak of shock she turned, catching a vague image of the woman before she was grabbed and hurled aside.
Careering across the room she collapsed onto the pink sheets of her bed, bouncing upon the mattress, disorientated by her brief flight and from being awoken so suddenly.
The woman dropped across her chest, pinning her down, her black-nailed hands snagging Kira’s wrists and shoving them into the sheets. Kira whimpered and struggled weakly, her eyes fixed to the visage of the woman.
Her long snow-white hair was tied back into a ponytail, the silken locks fixed with a midnight ribbon. Her dark eyes were wreathed by a token application of brooding make-up and her lips were painted a deep blue, stretched wide upon an amused grin.
She wore a latex basque, the material hugging her body, presenting her breasts within sculpted cups. The suspenders reached beneath her high thong and grabbed fine denier stockings that poured across her legs and into knee high zipped boots, the patent footwear armed with a dagger heel. Opera gloves rolled along her arms, the fabric rippling as her muscles kept Kira subdued, the fingers of the gloves severed.
Kira opened her mouth to scream for help, but as she sucked in a deep gasp to unleash, the woman dove in and clamped her mouth across Kira’s.
Panicked wriggling joined her squeal of protest and she fought desperately as her arms were hauled up over 16
her head, her wrists being crossed before the woman’s left hand ensnared the connection. Kira tugged fervently, but the strength of this woman was more than a match for her, and she could do nothing to resist.
The freed hand wandered down and cupped Kira’s breast, gently hugging the budding flesh as a tongue reached into her mouth. A finger teased across her nipple and she gasped with pleasure, suddenly pausing in her battle to get free. Then her eyes rolled back as the hand continued its work, bringing forth a wonderful flood of sensation, washing away her resistance.
The pointed toes of the woman’s boots reached in and hooked to her inner thighs, the stranger forcefully making Kira splay her legs wide.
Kira panted through her nostrils as the woman continued the kiss, curling against Kira’s petrified tongue, seeking to bring it to life with such tenderness. She could not believe this was happening; she had to be dreaming.
Against reason she let her tongue emerge, stretching out to meet the intruder. They coiled upon one another, slippery and eager to play. She shivered as the stranger ran her tip across her lips, tickling the skin before slipping back in, probing deep.
The hand started to slip lower, releasing breast and migrating, making Kira’s breath quicken with every second that passed of its voyage until she was panting frantically. Clawed fingers hooked the base of her skirt and started to haul up, raising the curtain of fabric to expose her panties. The same hand began to sneak under the front, stealthily entering and then letting a fingertip brush her clitoris. She was already damp with desire, the flames of a long-forsaken libido suddenly erupting into volcanic fervour.
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The finger began to circle and tickle, caressing the tender bud. Kira almost swooned from rapture, her body breaking into a cavorting fit, the woman staying atop her body as though it were a bucking bronco ride.
Manipulating her loins, her legs held wide by the demanding boots of the stranger, pinned down and subjected to a passionate kiss, Kira surrendered herself in full, melting with prurient desire.
The hands left their captives and the woman sat up, arching her back, her breasts straining against the taut fabric, making Kira’s eyes burn with wonderment.
‘Who… who are you?’ she whispered, licking her lips, the taste of another person’s saliva strong upon her palette.
‘No more than a figment of your imagination, Kira,’
she purred, her voice silken, an enticing delicate sound with a hidden core of darkness to it.
The hands of the woman closed into the front of her shirt. There was a brief pause where her eyes met Kira’s and kept a momentary exchange, then with a wrench she tore it open, sending the small buttons dancing across the bed. Reaching back in, she took the folds of her bra and broke the centre, allowing her to peel back the soft satin fabric and expose Kira’s breasts in full.
‘A luscious sight indeed, but not quite ripe,’ she uttered, almost to herself, yet with her stark gaze fixed to her subject. ‘Not yet, but soon.’
Abashed worry crept into Kira’s mind and she moved to try and cover herself, unused to being put on display for others. But the hands of the woman flashed out and captured her wrists once more, stopping her in her task.
Kira’s breath froze, afraid that this encounter was to become a violent one, but the woman merely grinned 18
her wicked grin and transferred Kira’s hands to her own rubber coated mounds.
Kira felt the smooth fabric pass beneath her palms, the woman moving Kira’s hands in circles across the delicious assets. It felt wonderful; it was a vision of awe that had her devoting herself to more substantial play, to indulge this encounter to its fullest extent. Dream or not, a charm had been laid upon her and she was helpless to resist.
The woman let Kira feel her hardening nipples lurking within the basque, and then slowly drew the young hands down her sides, following her contours until they cleared her hips. The latex gave way to soft flesh, the skin cool, almost cold to the touch. It enforced that this was a dream, for no normal person had such a body temperature.
Kira felt the firm buttocks, squeezing the skin, her own loins moist with complete intoxication.
‘That’s it, go on,’ crooned the woman, as though Kira were a student who had finally succeeded in learning an elusive lesson.
The woman released Kira, letting her continue as she wished, running a hand around and across the latex of her stomach, holding to a breast as she sought to fill her senses with the physique of the stranger.
Her enigmatic partner leaned back, presenting an open plate for Kira’s hands to dine upon, her taloned hands peeling back the obstructing cloth of her underwear.
Letting one set of fingers explore Kira and tickle her clitoris, the other captured a sheen of moisture and used it to steal entry into her rear. A finger kissed the puckered opening and started to slither in, causing Kira to gasp at the alien sensation, the woman probing in and out, circling as Kira sobbed with rapture. The steady 19
stimulation of rear and sex had Kira throwing her head from side to side, striving to endure such intensity while also seeking to try and keep her eyes on the portrait of beauty before her. She was determined not to miss a second of it, not even to blink, for to do so might dispel the dream.
Kira’s hands were wild and random, groping and fondling with passion, the smooth panes of midnight fixating her fingers, the scent of the rubber sifting through her nose.
The woman lifted up and started to shuffle back, removing herself from Kira’s stomach and instead settling between her splayed thighs. A moment of hesitation struck and Kira tried to close her lewd pose, only to have firm hands slap to her thighs and keep them there.
Looking up from her reclining position, Kira saw the woman lowering her head, an iniquitous smirk ruling her features. Kira could see what was going to happen, her breath once more breaking into chaotic fits. ‘Oh God,’
she whispered with trepidation.
A cool tongue burrowed into her loins, taking a flitting kiss of her clitoris that made her jolt, her legs tensing and fighting the restraining hands of the woman. Kira immediately cried out, dropping her arms and taking firm fists of the blanket, hauling at the fabric, every muscle and ligament taut beneath the skin as she shook with bliss.
The cunnilingus had her mind melting with sheer rhapsody, her thoughts scrambled and insensible, everything pushed from her mind and body save this unprecedented bliss. It was as though the woman knew every part
of her, knew exactly how and where to achieve the best results, even more so than Kira herself. To label 20
the oral attention as unparalleled would have been an injustice to it, and Kira bit her lip until she feared it might bleed, so pressing was the need to shriek her glory and shake the heavens with it.
Kira’s legs were released and the fingers reached up, tracing light routes up her body until they were once more upon her breasts, tickling them, applying swift pinches to the nipples, the sharp sensation melting into the hedonistic hurricane.
Time melted amidst the woman’s expert attention, the tongue continuing to burrow and fawn upon her, the fingers treating her breasts to treasured manipulation.
Without word the woman retreated and lifted one of Kira’s legs, flipping her over onto her front. Reaching up, the female grabbed Kira’s wrists once more, one hand capturing both extremities and pulling back, lifting her front from the bed, her breasts thrusting, her shoulders aching from the contortion, the limbs used as reigns to control the girl.
Her eyes bulged and she released shocked purls as the woman’s face burrowed between her buttocks. She tensed in alarm, but the stranger gave a jerk to the captured arms, sending a chastising flare of pain into the joints to correct her behaviour. A resounding smack from the other hand dropped to her rear, the spanking hand adding four more strokes, the applause ringing out, sending stinging shocks through her buttocks.
Kira whimpered and did as she was instructed, releasing the barring flesh so the woman might enter and kiss her rear, the lips peeling back to let an eager tongue stab through her orifice. Kira set loose a prolonged moan, pulling weakly at the armlock just to feel its existence, of being so ruthlessly controlled but so 21
gloriously pleasured. The feel of the organ pouring into her, lapping at her insides, was a sensation more delightful than she would ever have thought possible.
‘Please, please let me taste you too,’ she mewled through racing gasps.
The face withdrew for a moment.
‘You are sure?’ it quizzed, making Kira commit herself with greater dedication.
‘Yes, I do, please let me,’ she rasped, her most pressing wish now being to attend this woman, to do the things that had been done to her, to explore further, to know another woman as she herself had been experienced.
‘You’ll do anything for me then? To earn this reward?’
‘Yes, yes, anything you want, anything,’ she blurted.
The stranger rose from the bed and stood beside it, hands on her hips, her glower dropping down on Kira as she lay huddled and in shock from the session.
‘First, stand over here, and take off all your clothes before me,’ she stated with authority. ‘I want you to perform.’
Kira sprang from the bed, stepping into the middle of the room, her hands jumping up to her tie to begin tearing it off with harsh yanks.
‘Slowly,’ warned the woman, settling back onto the bed, seating herself and crossing her legs, propping herself up on her arms as she regarded Kira with exquisite menace.
Kira reduced her speed, stifling her impetuous haste.
It was suddenly harder to comply; the deliberate displaying of this strip something that was less easily acceptable to her. But the sight of the woman, her beauty, the promise of being able to attend her, outweighed and eased her troubled young mind.
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The only other token against performing was that her efforts would be as nothing compared to her partner’s.
She had never done this before, so would the woman become frustrated or mocking as to her feeble efforts?
She wanted to please her, but did she have the necessary skill? Beginner’s luck was her only hope, and it was a cliché she doubted would assist her.
The knot unravelled and she dropped the tie aside. The torn folds of her shirt slipped from her arms and fell to the floor, leaving her torso bare save for the ruined bra.
Removing the straps from her shoulders, she dropped the white underwear and reached back to the button of her pleated skirt.
Keeping her eyes lowered for a moment, she opened the fastening and let the material sheath drop to her feet.
Stepping from it, her bare feet touched the carpet and she folded her arms about herself, stood only in her panties, displayed for the viewing pleasure of the woman.
What was her body compared to that of the female before her? How could she hope to please her, either visually or through amateur sexual antics?
‘Look up at me, Kira,’ demanded the woman, causing a reluctant obedience. ‘Now, remove your underwear and put your hands by your sides,’ she commanded, the words brooking no intolerance, possessed of an edge that made Kira hopelessly obedient to them.
With sloth she hooked her thumbs into the damp material and drew it down, revealing herself in full before stepping out of the flimsy garment.
Straightening up, she returned her eyes to those of her enslaver and put her hands to her sides, covering nothing.
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across the presented girl, following her supple form, admiring it, concocting the deeds she wished her to perform. Goosebumps flashed across her skin as Kira felt the glare, as though it was a physical touch, caressing her skin with the lightest of ethereal brushes.
‘Touch yourself, Kira,’ she bade with a smile.
Kira swallowed and paused, her hands rising a little and then freezing.
‘Go on, start with your breasts and then work your way down,’ she commanded, clearly aware of how difficult it would be for her subject to comply.
Kira relented to the force of will emanating from the woman, and almost of their own accord her hands reached up to her teats, brushing them with her palms before closing to the flesh. With gentle effort she started to please herself as she had done many times in the night – lying beneath her covers, hidden from view, exploring, treating herself to the only real pleasure her life granted.
‘Very good, keep going,’ commented the woman, continuing her scrutiny.
Kira’s hands started to descend, dropping and nestling between her legs. She shuddered at the first touch, the feeling of being watched, of being humbled by this forced display of something that was always so completely secret.
The woman pulled down her thong and removed it, twirling the slender fabric on a raised finger as she re-crossed her legs to hide her naked sex.
‘You still want to kiss me?’ she asked softly.
‘Yes, please, I’ll do my best, I promise,’ rashly stated Kira, the pleasure she was cultivating for herself with the onanism eroding any concerns. The woman was making her do this to have her rendered more amiable to 24
cunnilingus. The woman was playing Kira like an instrument, plucking strings to have her obey.
‘First, an appetiser. Kneel before me, but don’t stop your performance, it pleases me,’ she stated, the confirmation that this goddess was being entertained making Kira even more eager to be compliant.
Kira settled down, her mouth watering with anticipation. The woman reached forward and pulled the thong down over Kira’s head, straightening it so that the crotch hung over her nostrils. Hooking it over her ears to keep it in place, the woman leaned back, the latex clothing adorning her releasing teasing groans with the stretch and pull upon her sumptuous anatomy.
‘We are going to go through the senses,’ she murmured.
‘You are currently working on touch, so now we shall try smell. Smell and continue, and think of what it will feel like and taste like when it comes to the real thing, Kira.’
Closing her eyes, Kira filled her mind with notions of what was to come, drinking in the smell via deep draughts, the scent of the woman’s sex pouring through her like a tidal wave. Her masturbation was bringing her closer to orgasm, the stimulation of this scenario speeding the effects. The creak of latex and vinyl reached her ears again, the sound of the woman moving making
Kira’s heart stamp in her chest with hunger.
‘It’s time for sight now, so open your eyes and look while you continue.’
Kira found herself staring at the splayed legs of the woman, her pudenda on display before Kira’s straining eyes, the stockings coating her pale thighs, the basque shimmering above. Looking down at her, the stranger watched with fascination as Kira stared into the cleft of 25
the presented sex, teasing her own as she continued to drink in the smell of the underwear.
‘Now, its time for taste, Kira,’ she decreed, reaching over and pulling the thong from the girl’s head and enclosing a fist to her hair as a reign. Using this mooring, she was steered into the awaiting meal, nuzzling in, the subtle smell infinitely stronger now simply through hunger and proximity, the flavour spilling across Kira’s taste buds as she started to lap.
Looking across the stretched midnight plains of the basque, Kira peered through the twin peaks of black latex breasts and to the face of the woman. The image of her lounging back, her eyes rolling, her mouth broad with a wanton grin burned itself indelibly into Kira’s mind.
The closer she brought herself to climax, the more energetic her tongue became until she howled into the sex of the woman, the orgasm more potent than any she had previously enjoyed. Thrashing on the floor, she tried to keep her actions steady, but it was so difficult, the pleasure was crippling.
As the heat withdrew all life seemed to dribble from her body and she dropped back, collapsing onto the carpet, shaking with wild spasms.
The woman arose and settled beside her, lovingly stroking Kira’s hair as she shook with residual bursts of feeling.
‘Shhhh, my sweet one, everything will be fine, just you wait and see,’ she purred, the lullaby promise causing Kira to drift into an exhausted snooze. ‘Be patient, and be ready when I come for you.’
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