The Black Room by Lisette Ashton

eagerly over the sensitive flesh she found there. Using her fingers to hold the lips apart, Helen rubbed her tongue deliberately over the exposed hood of Kelly’s clitoris.
    Trying not to think of the myriad prickles of pleasure exploding between her legs, Kelly concentrated her efforts on pleasing Helen. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to nuzzle lovingly at Helen’s hole and taste the sweet honey-like nectar of her sex. Her tongue probed inside and Kelly was delighted by the sensation of Helen’s pussy muscles closing excitedly around her. She moved her hands so that they held Helen’s legs and pulled the blonde towards her as she pushed her tongue deeper inside.
    Helen squealed excitedly.
    With her tongue forcing its way further up Helen’s hole, Kelly felt the ecstatic shuddering of the blonde’s body. Beneath Kelly’s fingers, the muscles in Helen’s legs trembled excitedly. She could feel the tingle of rapture that shimmered through the walls of Helen’s pussy. Happily, Kelly realised she had caused the blonde’s orgasm. When she tasted the honey-rich succulence of the woman’s climax, Kelly realised she was not just sharing Helen’s orgasm; she was enjoying another one of her own.
    Greedily she drank Helen’s creamy pussy-honey. She savoured the taste, indulgently licking the labia clean of every last drop. Breathless, she moved her face away from Helen’s sex and turned to glance at Mistress Stacey. Kelly saw that, whilst her attention had been devoted to Helen, the mistress had moved her chair closer.
    Again, she graced Kelly with a knowing wink, before drinking from the open bottle of wine. Kelly smiled quietly in reply, licking her lips unconsciously. She watched as Mistress Stacey moved the bottle down between her legs and stroked the neck of the bottle against her sex. The woman had moved forward on her chair and removed the black panties she wore. Kelly saw the tip of the bottle being pressed deliberately against the willing swell of the mistress’s hole and she watched with voyeuristic fascination.
    With her gaze locked on Kelly’s, Mistress Stacey pushed the neck of the bottle into the welcoming depths of her tight pussy. She allowed herself a grim smile of satisfaction as it entered. Kelly continued to watch as Stacey pushed the bottle deeper, until it had accepted the entire neck. The lips of her vagina were spread wide over the body of the bottle and Kelly wondered incredulously how she managed to accept so much. As Stacey withdrew the bottle, Kelly saw the glass was glistening with pussy juice and she caught herself wondering how sweet that would taste.
    Slowly, Mistress Stacey pushed the bottle back inside herself, then pulled it out. Her broad smile widened with mounting pleasure. She continued to frig herself as Kelly watched, employing the bottle like an over-sized dildo. When she tensed her legs muscles around the legs of the chair, Kelly realised the mistress was close to orgasm. Her smile was strained to a mask of agonised pleasure and a growl of deep-rooted satisfaction whispered from her lips. Tilting the base of the bottle forwards, she moaned loudly as the heady delights of her orgasm washed over her.
    Seeing the flow of wine pour from between Mistress Stacey’s legs, Kelly found her arousal reaching new heights. Again, Kelly found herself wondering how it would taste. It was an exciting thought. She watched Mistress Stacey lift the wine bottle to her lips and, after salaciously licking her own cream from the rim of the bottle, she drank another mouthful of wine.
    Kelly watched and shivered with anticipation. She could have enjoyed watching Mistress Stacey all evening. She had never felt happier than she felt now. The mistress was gracing her with a kindly smile and Helen was carefully tonguing her vagina.
    With her excitement mounting, Helen pushed herself into Kelly’s face, forcing the redhead to enjoy the scent and taste of her sex.
    Revelling in the heady