Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

  Being on display was hard work, and it was fabulous to sit back and let Sophia be the centre of attention.

  They withdrew to the drawing room, and settled down with some extremely good wine. The chatter continued easily, and the evening drew in.

  But Lady Katherine began to feel a little agoraphobic, and took the opportunity to slip out for a moment to herself. They were bombarding Sophia with questions about wedding plans, but Katherine’s interest was waning; though her pleasure for her friend was not.

  She stepped into the womb of her library, and looked up through the dome to see the shocking white disk of the full moon at its apogee. It cast a shimmering silver light that painted beautiful Gothic shadows throughout the room, so she left the lights off.

  Her chest heaved and she let out a sigh; at once of contentment and melancholy. She sank to the floor and lay back, staring up at the heavens, its million bright lights shimmering against the night sky. The wine was beginning to make her light-headed, and her eyelids blinked heavily.

  Lady Katherine drifted in to a light doze, resting against the cool carpeting, a plethora of imagery bombarding her psyche as the sounds of the house drifted across her.

  Moments melted into minutes but as Katherine’s body grew numb, her mind wandered freely, flitting from one glimpsed image to the next, too restless to settle.

  Her eyes opened slowly as she heard the door creak open. The moon had moved above her.

  “There you are,” she heard Sophia’s voice, but had no desire to move to face her.

  “Mmm,” she managed.

  “They’re all drifting off to bed, we wondered where on Earth you were.”

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” she was closer now, settling down beside Katherine, but not lying down. “They did keep on.”

  “It’s not that,” Katherine’s eyes closed again, and her voice seemed so distant. “I’m just tired.”

  “I’m not surprised darling,” Sophia cooed, “All that fucking you’re doing.”

  Katherine snorted a single laugh through her nose, but didn’t feel the mirth.

  “Is it fun?” Sophia asked after a moment’s silence.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you happy?”

  “No.”

  “Poor old Kat,” Sophia’s hand touched against hers, “Only ever happy when she’s sad.”

  “Or when I’m knuckle deep in my own quim,” Katherine said idly.

  Sophia giggled, she always did when Katherine’s language fell in to the gutter. “You do sound funny when you swear.”

  Katherine snorted softly.

  “What can I do to cheer you up sweetie?”

  “Honestly?” Katherine finally opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at Sophia, her eyes so big with concern. It was like looking into a slightly warped mirror.

  “Always.”

  “I need a damn good spanking,” Katherine smiled, and enjoyed the giggle it elicited, until she remembered the truth of her own joke.

  “Seriously though?” she insisted.

  Katherine rolled her head back and closed her eyes again. “I just need to silence my brain for a bit.”

  She wallowed in the ensuing peace, sensing Sophia’s breathing beside her rather than hearing it. Her own chest rose and fell rhythmically, pushing her back into the carpet with each inhalation.

  The gentle flesh of Sophia’s lips pressed onto her own, kissing her so softly she had to open her eyes to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. Above her, Sophia’s eyes were closed, and Katherine let her own lids drop again, focussing on the delicate sensation against her mouth.

  All too soon Sophia sat back up, and as Katherine’s eyes opened once more, she saw her gazing down upon her. “Does that help?” she asked softly.

  Katherine blinked an affirmative answer, and closed her eyes as Sophia returned to her mouth, with even more tenderness. The ribbons of breath from her nostrils tickled against Katherine’s skin with more force than the kiss; such interminable delight.

  Again, Sophia pulled away and rose to her feet, her elegant navy blue satin dress falling neatly back into place around her frame. She held her hands down, and Katherine reached up to slip into them. Sophia pulled her up and wrapped Katherine’s arms around her waist, but when Katherine leant in for a kiss, she kept her at a breath’s distance, not letting their lips meet.

  So instead, Katherine slipped her hands down and cupped them around those perfect buttocks, massaging them with a firm finger-splayed grip. Sophia’s tongue emerged from behind her pouty lips and moistened them a little, but she stoically refused to meet Katherine’s kiss.

  Tease.

  Lady Katherine leant down into the crook of Sophia’s neck and stroked the fat flesh of her tongue wetly up its length, pleased to hear the reaction it provoked, before pursing her lips around Sophia’s earlobe, suckling it gently.

  It felt nice as Sophia’s arms snaked around Katherine’s waist, pulling her closer as she nuzzled. The warmth of her body was so welcoming, and Katherine pressed her chest into hers as she released the lobe and began to plant tiny delicate kisses across Sophia’s face. This time Sophia turned to meet her mouth, but it was Katherine’s turn to tease, and she pushed her finger onto the encroaching pout. Sophia planted a tiny kiss against the digit instead.

  At that moment Katherine realised the narcissism of it all. She was seeking adulation by way of sex, and now this was the ultimate realisation of it all. Lady Katherine ignored her psychological thinking as Sophia slipped her fingers into her fleshy rump; the sensation was too yummy to analyse now.

  Katherine allowed herself to be lead by the hand from the library, and up the curved marble staircase. At the top of the flight, Sophia turned and pushed her into the wall, urging her face towards Katherine’s, but only hovered her mouth within a hair’s breadth.

  Sophia let her hands go and sauntered away down the landing. As her buttocks wiggled with each step, she pulled her dress up over her head and discarded it on the floor. Katherine licked her lips as she saw the back of her bra and thong disappearing round the corner.

  Deciding not to rush, Katherine leant back into the wall and felt the cool surface teasing against her flushed skin. She counted to ten. Then twenty. And then trotted off in pursuit of Sophia.

  She found her hovering at a half open door, peeking in surreptitiously. As she reached her, she slipped her hands to her naked hips and rest her chin on her shoulder, looking where she was looking.

  At a pair of naked male legs as he reclined unseen in a chair, with Philomena kneeling between them. She had a mouthful of cock. There was no way to know who the man was, but Katherine had a fair idea, and so guided Sophia away.

  She giggled slightly as Katherine’s hands grabbed at her buttocks, cupping them gently and urging her on towards the guest suite. “Philly does love a nice gobble,” she chuckled.

  Katherine didn’t want to think about it, so gripped Sophia’s hips, halting her in her stride. She stepped into her back, pressing her breasts into her and snaked her hands up and round to massage at hers through the black bra. Sophia let out a vibrato moan and presented her neck to Katherine. As her fingers found her nipples through the lace, she sucked a gentle kiss to her flesh.

  Sophia’s hands pressed into Katherine’s, squashing them hard against her impossibly firm tits. It made her nipples poke urgently into Katherine’s palms, and she couldn’t resist rubbing her crotch into Sophia’s buttocks. She needed to be rid of this dress now.

  As if reading her mind, Sophia reached her arms back and up, fumbling a little with the halter but finally freeing it. As Sophia stepped forward, Katherine’s dress slinked to the floor, leaving her naked. Sophia did not turn to look, instead sauntering through the door in to her room.

  Katherine pressed her buttocks back into the cool aged wood as the door clicked shut behind her. Sophia was hovering near the Regency Colonial Four Poster bed, unclipping her bra, letting it peel away to the floor. Her ass
cheeks curved into taut peaches as she bent over and teased her thong down her legs.

  It was a delicious sight to watch her crawl on to the bed, pouting her rump upwards, then lie on her side and stroke the linen. Her nipples were swollen red, her chest flushed and mottled.

  Katherine moved to the bed and crawled up on to it. Sophia twisted beneath her and lay face down into the mattress. Katherine sucked into one of her buttocks and let it out with a plop, before licking her tongue up the entire length of Sophia’s back. Below her she moaned her content into a pillow.

  As Katherine’s mouth reached her neck, her mons was pushing into Sophia’s ass. Holding herself on one arm, Katherine cupped her breast and tickled her nipple along Sophia’s spine. She writhed gently at the touch, and whispered something that Katherine could not hear.

  It made her yearn for a kiss, and she lay herself fully down into Sophia, pressing every inch of flesh into flesh, feeling her nipples so hard against her back. She lay on her for a few moments, then rolled away on to the bed, looking up into the canopy.

  Sophia did not move.

  The Lady Katherine desperately needed something.

  Anything.

  Sophia began to shift, propping herself up beside Katherine and snaking her thigh across hers. The heat from Sophia’s sex tickled at her hip, and Katherine closed her eyes in anticipation. She could feel herself trembling.

  Fingertips danced across her stomach, making it quiver in their wake, before swirling and teasing with their nails lightly up her ribs. Katherine couldn’t stop from swearing softly into the darkness. Sophia’s breath wafted across her breasts as she sensed her face hovering above them. It was a delicious torment.

  Her own fingers gripped into the linen, the tension of denial rising. Katherine could feel her chest expaning and falling as a knot tightened in her tummy. A feather-like caress of the tongue sparked briefly across her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she gulped.

  A fingertip stroked through her bush for the scantest of moments, and her clit began to throb and swell. A blown breeze teased at her eyelids momentarily. The tenderness of the attention was just making her arousal more urgent, and Katherine knotted her hands into the linen, balling them into a fist.

  Against her better judgment, she opened her eyes, to find Sophia’s gazing back at her. She blinked them heavily, letting her know she was as lustful as Katherine.

  “Please kiss me,” Katherine almost whimpered.

  Sophia’s eyes rolled close, and her tongue moistened her lips before she pressed their mouths into one. It was so tender yet so insistent, and Katherine opened wide to receive her tongue. It snaked in shyly, and fluttered against hers, before they entwined and danced together with such lust.

  And then it was gone.

  With a flick of her hair, Sophia sat up in the moonlight and straddled Katherine’s hips. Her swollen folds pressed into Katherine’s mons wetly, leaving a sheen of her sex in the hair as she rocked her hips and massaged herself against Katherine. The heat from it nearly burnt into Katherine’s flesh.

  Lady Katherine reached up to touch her breasts, but Sophia met her with her own hands and twined their fingers into one, gripping them hard and rocking her hips with more ferocity.

  Then she leaned her weight forward, pushing Katherine’s hands up above her head and into a gap in the headboard. When she let them go, Katherine left them there, and arched her mouth up to briefly meet Sophia’s breasts as they swept past her face.

  It was fleeting, as Sophia snaked down the bed and positioned herself between Katherine’s wide open legs. As she felt her face hovering so close to her tulip, Katherine’s hands gripped at a post tightly.

  She knew her peach would be swollen, wet and pouting urgently, and she needed more than anything right now to feel a tongue lapping at her.

  Instead, she felt the tip of Sophia’s nose nudging at her through her fleshy hood, sending tiny waves of pleasure onto her inflamed bud. Her fingers went white as she squeezed the wood, trying hard not to gasp.

  Sophia’s nose pushed past her outer lips and parted her inner ones, stroking up and down, nuzzling into her folds. Katherine could hear her wetness moving. And then finally the fat flesh of her tongue enveloped her sex and swept upwards, massaging eagerly at her pearl.

  Katherine’s legs automatically hooked over Sophia’s shoulders, and she dug her heels into her back, pulling her deeper into her cooch.

  As her thighs tensed, she felt two fingers penetrate her silkily, felt her walls expanding to accommodate them, felt them curl up and press into the fleshy spot that made her moan so deeply.

  The tongue lapped, and the fingers massaged. Katherine let out an interminable hum of pleasure. And then Sophia’s other hand pushed under her, a single finger pushing its way onto Lady Katherine’s asshole, stroking and pressing at it rhythmically.

  All three pleasure zones merged into one giant hub of ecstasy, and Katherine writhed against it with hedonistic glee.

  Dear fuck she’d done that before.

  It was too much to hold back now, and the tides broke, swelling up from her loins, making her buck and gasp, as stars danced before her eyes. Every muscle in her body twitched with the orgasm, and she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the volume of her screams.

  Finally she became aware of the warmth from her breathing as it seeped into the downy mass around her head. Her chest was still heaving as she tried to catch enough oxygen, but she realised she couldn’t feel Sofia.

  Sitting up, she felt the pillow fall to her lap, and she looked about. It took a moment to find her half hidden in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom, fiddling with something out of sight. Katherine wanted to speak, but the breath still wasn’t there.

  Sophia’s head emerged from behind the doorframe, “I wanted to kiss you but you wouldn’t let go of the pillow.”

  Katherine’s eyes fluttered in their sockets as she exhaled and smacked at her lips. “Come back to bed,” she managed to say albeit flustered.

  Sophia smiled and almost ran across the room, landing beside her with a bounce that sent ripples undulating through the mattress. As she dropped, her arm pulled Katherine back down into the mass of pillows, and she clamped her mouth to hers and kissed her deeply.

  Their tongues swirled and lapped for an age, until finally Katherine’s energy levels were more manageable. She pulled away from Sophia’s lips, pleased to hear her whimper in annoyance.

  “Your turn,” Katherine smiled.

  With a wicked grin, Sophia twinkled, “Thought you’d never ask.”

  Her arms snaked through the bed linen in search of something and quickly found it. Katherine lay back at her insistence and watched as Sophia pulled it up her legs and began fastening straps around Katherine’s thighs. Sitting proudly on her mons was a pink ribbed dildo, erect and ready.

  Katherine couldn’t resist reaching down and gripping it at the base, feeling the soft latex give slightly against the solid mass beneath. For a moment she hoped she might get a chance to receive it, it felt delicious.

  Sophia’s mouth engulfed hers once more, wet, hot and extremely urgent. Her hand cupped Katherine between the legs and her middle fingers massaged at her clit for a moment. Then her head swept down her body and she pushed her lips over the tip of the plastic cock, moistening it juicily with her saliva. The finger eased into Katherine once more as her mouth slipped down the shaft, lubricating it liberally.