Snatched by Ashley Hind

lips of the woman’s plump pussy. The Mistress opened out her stance so that the full hang of her labia could be viewed between her thighs, and then she licked her right forefinger and placed it between her legs, running it up the split of her sex and pulling up the skin at the very top, just beneath the trim V of her jet black hairs.
    Leah was made to lie on her back in the middle of the bed while Gwendolen moved the groceries to the opposite side so that she could climb on. Facing away from the captive, she straddled her, and Leah held her breath as she glimpsed the fat bottom bare for the first time. Like her thighs it was meaty but firm, the buttocks jutting not flat, and separated by a deep gash that yawned as the woman pushed her hips out as she took her position just above Leah’s face.
    Gwendolen reached back with both hands and pulled her buttocks apart to display herself in full. It was the first time Leah had ever seen another woman’s other hole in the flesh, and the hairless clutch of puckered skin looked thrillingly rude. The puffy maroon labia dangled inches above her mouth and demanded sucking as longingly as any man’s cock. She was dying to plunge into the woman and her own thighs jumped apart with pleasure as the magic words were spoken:
    ‘Now girl, I want you to lick my pussy.’
    There were very few sentences spoken in Leah’s life that had invoked a greater response. She was suddenly bathed with adrenalin that raised every hair on her body and threatened to burst through the skin. She clenched the walls of her pussy and jerked her hips upwards to try and sate the electric tingle that flowed from the centre of her sex. Her desire was to sink inside the woman, to press her face between her split and push in as deeply as possible. Just in time she managed restraint, realising that it was not about her own needs on this occasion. Her tongue flicked out and juddered one hanging petal and then the other, and the woman straightened her back and sucked a breath in through her teeth. Leah’s thrill grew with her teasing; grazing the heavy lips and bouncing them on the tip of her tongue while her Mistress panted.
    Leah instinctively knew when it was time for more and planted her tongue flat between the labia and lapped with slow strokes, tasting the juices and taking them into her mouth. The woman groaned and set down her weight to encourage deeper penetration and suddenly Leah was smothered by warm flesh as the buttocks spread against her face. It was a wonderful feeling, the warm softness pressed and yielding against her own cheeks, and the rudeness of the tight hole against her nose.
    Her mistress was grinding and rotating her hips into her and Leah was elated with the realisation that the experience was every bit as filthy as she had hoped it would be. Her own requirement to breathe was ignored and her nostrils struggled to draw in intermittent snatches of warm air scented with bum and arousal. Just before panic could set in, the hips lifted slightly and Leah was able to fill her lungs.
    The woman grasped Leah’s breasts and pinched the hardened points of her nipples. The force was enough to see Leah jerk beneath her Mistress. It was a gradual strengthening of grip, taking her through sating pleasure onto a sudden insistent hot itch - not just in the tortured teat but in her pussy too, like the two were connected by the same nerve. Beyond that came a flash of white pain, fleetingly close to unbearable, when there seemed like there could be no flesh left between thumb and forefinger. Then the release saw a warm rush of blood and that itch again, crying out for more of the same. And more came. Leah could feel her Mistress touching something cold to the skin around her nipple and she anxiously recalled the clothes pegs that had earlier tumbled out of the brown paper bag. She could feel sporadic nips as the woman obviously tried and failed to feed her swollen teat between the jaws of the peg. Then that