Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

  Tom moved his beside her so quickly he nearly fell over and broke the camera. Katherine was a little more subtle, and settled down on the edge of her seat next to her slowly.

  The bustiere finally gave way, and her pale white mounds blossomed. The flesh was almost like marble, and her nipples expanded as they met the air, puckering and stiffening from arousal as much as temperature.

  “How big are they?” Tom whispered.

  “32 double D,” she rolled her eyes slightly at Katherine, who tried to pretend she too wasn’t enraptured by them.

  Tom seemed slightly disappointed by the answer.

  “People think they’re bigger.”

  “They’re fabulous,” Tom gulped, aiming his camera even closer.

  Claire lifted her fingers to Katherine’s chin, and pulled at her slightly, guiding her towards the curvaceous bounty. Katherine’s mouth opened and sucked her nipple deep into her mouth. It grew against her tongue and she felt Claire’s hand cupping her head as she closed her eyes.

  From the darkness she heard Tom: “Are they sensitive?”

  “Not as much as I’d like,” she admitted, but still sighed slightly as Katherine nibbled at her swollen nub.

  “Maybe they need two mouths,” Tom leered.

  “Maybe,” she agreed.

  Katherine opened her eyes and blinked hard as she saw Tom’s mouth suckle down on the breasts beside her.

  Unbelievable.

  But when Claire exhaled with content, Katherine’s eyes grew heavy and she descended into dark once more, sucking even more hungrily.

  The clatter of china between them made her open her eyes again, and she saw Paul removing the soup dish. A steaming plate of fish slipped into its place.

  “Your haddock ma’am.”

  Katherine sat up and licked her lips, and nearly had to hit Tom to make him do the same. Claire bit her lip as she began to re-lace her bustiere.

  They reluctantly returned their chairs to their place settings, and continued the meal. As Claire slipped her first forkful into her mouth, she admitted with a look right at Katherine, “I get much hotter sucking someone else’s.”

  Katherine felt Paul stiffen up as he left the room, and assumed Tom did likewise, but in an altogether different manner. She squeezed her thighs together and worked the muscles in her pelvis, delighting in the sensations that were rising within her.

  Over the next two courses, Claire shared a lengthy story about a night she and her husband had spent with another couple. She described it with such vivid poetry that it was nearly impossible for Katherine to keep from stroking herself.

  “Will you take your coffee in the drawing room?” Paul asked, sounding like he actually had a plum in his mouth.

  “Yes please,” Katherine said with a little nod, “And we shan’t be needing you after.”

  “Very well.”

  They withdrew and let the double doors close behind them. The wafted scent from the rich coffee filled the air, thankfully masking the centuries of cigar smoke that had oozed its way into the woodwork.

  Katherine rarely came in here, though she suspected with a smile to herself that may soon change. Sexual frolics notwithstanding, this room was only ever utilised when guests were in residence.

  The dark mahogany wood panelling and thick crimson carpet reminded her of Daddy’s club in London. But one would never see a bustiered pink pig-tailed vixen sinking into a leather chaise-longue at the club.

  Katherine was half-tempted to dismiss Tom as well, but the presence of the camera seemed to excite Claire enough to make his presence tolerable. But she gave him a look that he could hardly fail to understand, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

  Claire was wearing a tartan pleated mini skirt that barely covered her shapely ass. Her thighs twitched as she crossed her legs and spread her arms out across the leather.

  Tom positioned himself in the corner.

  Good boy.

  Katherine luxuriated in Claire’s gaze as she strode across the room, making sure her leg swept out from between the long slit. She perched her bottom on the very edge of the chaise longue at the other end away from Claire, who licked her lips.

  The Lady Katherine was already soaking wet.

  But she was suddenly overcome with nerves, and she felt herself blushing slightly as her self-consciousness surged.

  “Would you like some coffee?” she finally spoke.

  Claire smiled, obviously sensing the sudden tension in her voice, and the delicious grin did a good job of relaxing Katherine slightly.

  But only slightly.

  For all her exhibitionist tendencies, and in spite of knowing why Claire had invited herself along, Lady Katherine had very little experience of taking the lead. She’d always been happy to have her hand held.

  “I’ve been dripping wet all evening,” Claire’s smile faded into something more lusty, “I’d much rather have you licking me.”

  Without a word, Katherine slipped from the leather and on to her knees. She actually crawled along the chaise longue, her ass curved in the air, eyes locked on Claire’s thighs as she hitched the tartan away from her own lap.

  Her bush was a tawny blonde, and her swollen wet lips as pink as her hair. As Katherine’s face moved between her wide open thighs, Claire slipped down the leather and presented it to her, spreading the labia open with her own fingers.

  A thin rope of her juice looped between them as they blossomed wide, and Katherine flicked at it with her tongue. Claire’s hand came down on her head and pulled her face deep in to her swollen folds; Katherine ate down on her with so much hunger and greed that Claire immediately began to purr and moan.

  As the fat flesh of Katherine’s tongue worked inside her, revelling in the silky salty taste, a pang of yearning quivered through her. They had not kissed since her arrival, and Katherine was suddenly desperate for another.

  Claire seemed to sense this, and pulled her head up until she was kneeling in front of her. Her pig tails bobbed slightly against each cheek as she stroked Katherine’s wet chin, massaging her own juice into the skin.

  Lady Katherine could wait no more, and she urged her mouth onto Claire’s, pushing her tongue as deep into it as she could manage, letting her taste her own pussy. Claire moaned, which only aroused Katherine more. Their arms fully embraced one another, her huge swelling tits pressing through the bustiere into Katherine’s pert little mounds, and they feasted with a delicious desire.

  The pressure around Lady Katherine’s waist increased as Claire’s legs snaked around them and held on tight. The kiss became so urgent that Claire lifted herself off of the chaise longue and clung to Katherine wantonly.

  It was too much, and Katherine’s fingers snaked in to the laces of the bustiere and tugged at them hurriedly. They danced and flicked as she tore them from their holes all the while filling Claire’s mouth with her tongue. Finally, they came free in her hands, and she felt the ribbed lace fall away. She discarded them, and her hands wasted no time engorging her fleshy tits, massaging them ferociously. Her silky skin felt cool to her touch, but her nipples burned hard into her palms.

  Claire broke away from her mouth breathlessly, and collapsed back into the leather, pulling Katherine’s head down into the valley of her breasts and clamped it there. Her mouth explored the cavern as her hands continued to massage them all over.

  Suddenly the Lady Katherine was overwhelmed with an urge to see them bouncing, so she snaked her hand and plunged her fingers deep into Claire silken sex. It expanded and sucked her in wetly. Pulling her face free from the curves, Katherine began to pump her wrist, and Claire began to thrust her hips against the pounding digits.

  She began to gasp for air as Katherine thrust in and out with even more ferocity. And those voluminous mounds of flesh began to swing and undulate with her movement.

  So delicious.

  Claire pulled at her own pigtails and tensed her thighs. Her back arched and her mouth formed into a silent scream as her pussy st
arted to twitch and suck against Katherine’s fingers. Her body began to convulse with a pleasure that was too intense for sound.

  Lady Katherine allowed the walls of her pussy to expel her fingers, and bought them to Claire’s panting mouth. She sucked them in with an audible moan, tasting herself and lapping her tongue to mop up every last drop.

  Claire’s watery eyes looked into Katherine’s, her pupils wide with desire. Her mouth slowly pulled away from the fingers, taking a thin rope of her saliva with it.

  Claire smiled, and Katherine felt the fantastically sharp stinging pleasure as a hand spanked into her rump. An involuntary throaty gasp gust from her pouting mouth, and she fell forward slightly. She pressed her face into Claire’s slender shoulder and before she could ask for more, another one pulsed through her flesh and up her spine.

  She began to suck on the flesh, letting her know she was happy for more, as she pushed her ass out and offered a tauter target.

  Another spank, this one even more delectable, and she sank her teeth in.

  Claire whimpered loudly, and punished her again for the delicious pain.

  When Katherine pulled her face away, it was clear she’d left her mark on Claire’s shoulder. They looked at one another with very heavy eyelids and wide-open mouths, their chest heaving for air.

  “Stand up,” Claire ordered before swallowing.

  The Lady Katherine did as she was told.

  “Take the dress off,” Claire instructed as she sat up on the chaise longue.

  Katherine reached behind her neck and unclipped; it fell away, dancing down her naked flesh before gathering at her ankles.

  Claire gathered up the laces from her bustiere and gave another husky command, “Sit over there.”

  The soft leather felt cool against her skin as her weight pressed into the armchair. She watched with increasing desire as Claire stood up, dangling the lace in one hand and circling her slowly. She disappeared behind her, and she craned her neck to follow, but stopped when Claire said, “Don’t look.”

  She heard a noise, and when Claire emerged from the other side, her tartan mini skirt was gone. She circled again, and Katherine watched her butt roll with each step, until she was behind her once more.

  A gentle grip on her left wrist lifted it slowly above her own head, and Katherine felt the lace looping around it. Without being asked, she bought her right wrist up to join it, and sighed as she felt herself being bound.

  She let her wrist rest atop her head, but then felt them being pulled back as Claire obviously tied the lace to something. It pulled her spine straight, and made her little tits pout proudly in front of her.

  Claire stepped round in to sight again, one hand massaging a breast, the other dangling her tartan mini skirt. With a cheeky smile, she draped the skirt over Katherine’s head, and enveloped her in darkness.

  The cotton teased her face, and she could smell Claire’s musky sex in the fabric. She really had been dripping wet all evening.

  Katherine closed her eyes and let herself relax.

  She felt first one, then the other leg being gently hitched over each arm of the chair, opening her wide, making her feel so vulnerable and exposed it made her chest tighten. The heat from Claire’s body danced on her thighs, and Katherine let out a surprised gasp as her nipple was sucked into a wet fleshy mouth.

  Trussed up in the dark, her mind compensated and exaggerated every sensation in her nipple, making the tonguing and sucking seem even more intense. So much so, that when Claire moaned, the vibrations coursed through her body and she nearly came.

  When she did it again, she did come.

  A little mini-orgasm like nothing she’d ever felt.

  And then the mouth was gone, and all Katherine could do was feel her hot breath rasping against the musky fabric around her face.

  She swore softly with a long exhaled sigh.

  The wide fat flesh of a tongue pressed into her wide-open pussy, stroking at it slowly and deliberately. She then felt it narrow into a tip and push into her slightly, before curling up and darting at her clit.

  It was wonderful.

  And it was only just beginning.

  Chapter Seven

  Lady Katherine is off to London to fuck someone she shouldn’t.

  “Oh, that’s what it was,” Katherine said, as the train clattered over the rails and disappeared into a tunnel.

  On her laptop, she watched as Claire made something disappear into Katherine’s tunnel. This had been the first chance she’d had to watch the video; it was so long they’d had to split it up in to three parts.

  Lady Katherine licked her lips, as she remembered the feeling of what she now knew to be a solid silver teaspoon, as her lips spread to accommodate it. And watching it in vivid detail on a packed train made it even more delicious.

  Claire had stayed the whole weekend and they barely made it out of bed. But Tom had been ostracised, and they had themselves to themselves.

  She turned the volume up a little louder, enough so those around her in first class could get a vague sense of her viewing choice, and opened her legs beneath the table.

  Tom had finally cottoned on that she never wore underwear, and since then his camera had incessantly found itself framing shots up her skirts. On this occasion she didn’t mind as the camera dropped down however. Watching along was giving her such scrumptious recollections, and she wanted to luxuriate in them.

  It had been a bad week since.

  A terse letter had arrived from Daddy, informing her in legalese that her trust allowance had been halved. It was a calculated amount; just enough to cover the cost of running the house, with nothing left to spare. He explained briefly that it would be reviewed again in six months, and perhaps reinstated fully if certain conditions were met.

  He didn’t outline the conditions, but Katherine was in no doubt he meant closing down her site. He couldn’t give a hoot about its contents of course; he was just using it as an excuse to further belittle his erstwhile daughter.

  They had resorted to communicating by typed missive; that said it all.

  She squeezed her fingers around the root of her bud, as she watched Claire do something incredibly wonderful.

  Today, though, she was going to film her response.

  Tom had explained the logistics of it all to her in such a patronising tone she nearly kicked him. And then he explained it all again, asking her to repeat it back to him. So she did kick him.

  Katherine sighed and let her eyes close, feeling the rocking motion of the train and her finger doing a fine job of creating a lovely sensation. The video had ended, but her fun was only just beginning.

  She finally let herself come silently as the train pulled into Paddington an hour later.

  *

  With Tom dispatched to fend for himself, Katherine made her way to the Oxo Tower.

  The moment she posted that she was heading for London, she’d received an email from Leah, who was also in town, asking if she’d like to have lunch. Why not? If she was even a little like her missives, she’d be yummy fun.

  The brasserie was far from busy, so Katherine settled down at a table beside the window. She stared out across the Thames, which looked dreary from this height. The light drizzle didn’t help, and she found herself staring at the gathering drops on the glass rather than out across the city.