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The Game
🕑 Added 2017-08-31 17:30:40 +0000 UTC Her eyes taking in the younger woman's attractive figure—of course, how could she not be younger?—Alexandra felt in an aggressive, assertive mood. Like she was surveying some ancient city surrendered, its gates thrown open, its people waiting with rose petals to throw beneath her feet. Standing before Elektra, she kissed her firmly on the mouth. Elektra responded warmly, and once again their tongues met in an open-mouthed kiss."I think there’s part of you that just can’t be conquered," Alexandra exclaimed, running her hands over Elektra's shoulders. “It’s enticing.”
The two women began exchanging deep kisses, allowing their tongues to explore the fervor of each other’s kiss. Alexandra's hands moved up and down over Elektra's body, exploring her nicely filled sweater and working her skirt up to stroke stocking-clad thighs. In response, Elektra's hands found her lover’s breasts, and long, cotton-sheathed legs.
"And you just give it to me," Alexandra told her. "It’s infuriating. But also sensual."
The two women exchanged another kiss, their hands fondling one another's breasts as their moist tongues coiled about one another. Alexandra’s tongue slid over Elektra’s teeth as if testing the sharpness of a blade.
"I admire you so much," Elektra confessed. "You always seem to know exactly what you want."
"Any woman would know what she wants with you," Alexandra told her. “It’s just a matter of admitting it. But that’s not a problem for us, is it? You know what you want. And you know what I want.”
Elektra stood silent waiting for Alexandra to begin. Alexandra's eyes fell on the brass length of the dog leash hanging to Elektra's right. She took it from the wooden peg and hooked it through the ring on the collar around Elektra's long, sinuous neck.
"You know it’s just a game," Alexandra whispered and stepped close to Elektra, running her nose in the shell of Elektra's ear and sending her hot breath down the channel while her lips nibbled the lobe.
Elektra squatted until she reached all fours. Then she rose on her knees and began unbuttoning Alexandra's pants. When the top came loose she kissed the woman’s downy belly with full pouting kisses. Pulling the cotton pants slowly down from Alexandra's firm buttocks, Elektra followed the progress of her sculpting hands with lavish kisses. She licked her way along the resilient marble smoothness of Alexandra's thighs. The flesh tingled cleanly on her tongue.
Alexandra sighed deeply and began unbuttoning the sheer blouse. Her lean fingers nimbly ran the row of pearl-shaped buttons through the buttonholes. She shrugged and the top was off just as Elektra's tongue reached her ankle bone. When she stepped out of the trousers Elektra caught her foot and bit lightly at the leather straps of her sandal. Slowly, she slid it off. Still holding Alexandra's foot in the air she took one finely shaped toe into her mouth and sucked on it. The movement was highly effective. Alexandra felt the first heat in her belly and a sound like a hiss curled from between her lips.
"Let's go into the living room," Alexandra said. "We'll be more comfortable. And let’s not just have you dolefully obeying my commands like some kind of slave. A little begging would be nice too."
The room they entered was essentially black and white. The walls were charcoal, the heavy shag rug white. The couch was covered in real zebra skin. Before it stood a large glass-topped coffee table with an angular brass base. Opposite the couch were a pair of horsehair ottomans. The soft cylinders were covered with skin from painted ponies. In one corner there was a reclining sculpture chair made of wood and black leather. Balancing the room was a huge, overstuffed white goatskin lounging chair. The accessory tables were made completely of glass. Globed lights hung about the room from copper chains, lighting it well but leaving geometric shadows clinging to everything and everyone in the room.
"May I have that mandarin housecoat I gave you? I’ll give it right back," said Alexandra as she unhooked the leash from Elektra's collar. She watched the woman leave the room to fetch the coat. She wanted to lie back on the zebra couch and have Elektra lick her pussy. But she just could not get relaxed into the feeling of the prickly hair of the couch cover on her bare skin. She wondered how Elektra could stand it.
“Do you like this room?” Alexandra asked, raising her voice only slightly to call after Elektra. Nevertheless, Elektra responded like she was attuned to her merest whisper.
“It’s full of dead things," said Elektra, returning as if she were a piece of the puzzle of Alexandra's thought.
“I prefer to think of them as things we’ve given life to. They haven’t just rotted away or crumbled into dust. They’re still… useful.” Alexandra took the housecoat from Elektra's outstretched hand.
"I've got my collar on. Can’t we talk later?" said Elektra with a whimper. “Please?”
"All right, come and serve me, since you asked so nicely."
Alexandra obliged Elektra as she would a child and sprawled her body gracefully on the couch. The housecoat which she had donned reached only to her hips when she stood so that when she sat her ass could feel the wiry hairs from the couch's zebra coat. But that was all right. It was her back that the couch really irritated and which the coat was to protect. A little pain would just make things interesting.
"I can't wait until your tongue is right here." Alexandra dragged her finger through her own sex, coating it with her arousal. "I taste good, but not as good as you. I think other pussies always taste better than your own. What do you think?"
“I’ve only tasted you.”
"Then you should find out tonight." Alexandra's face filled with desire. "I’m going to fuck you. With my fingers, with my kiss, with my cock. And every time I do, just before you finish, I’m going to stop and make you taste yourself on me. You’re going to know just how sweet you are and just why I like eating you so much. But first, I think you can ask a little more nicely.”
"Alexandra," Elektra gasped, gazing hotly at Alexandra's pussy. It was wet, swollen, perfect, glistening in its waiting. "Please, Alexandra!" Her knees weakened. Sucking in her breath, she swayed.
“Suck me, child. See how good I taste."
Elektra, mesmerized with the sight of the older woman's wet sopping pussy, dropped to her knees. She crawled between Alexandra's thighs. The sweet pungent scent of Alexandra's pussy attacked her consciousness. "Ooo, God," she moaned. It felt like she was dreaming.
"Don't look too long," Alexandra sighed, staring down at the girl. She kept her fingers in place, exposing the resting place she intended for Elektra’s tongue. "I might get bored."
Shivering at the threat, Elektra still stared at the red invitation a moment longer. With her insides churning, Elektra brought her mouth to Alexandra's delicious cunt. Her lips touched the wet heat. Hot flashes caromed through her body. Warm sticky cream smeared her lips.
Elektra was now on her hands and knees before Alexandra, running her tongue in and out of her mistress's hot sex. The brass leash Alexandra held loosely in her hand coiled over Elektra's shoulders and onto the scoop of her bare back. Elektra wagged the golden mounds of her hips as she rubbed her thighs together. Her tongue was scooping the nectar of Alexandra's cunt lavishly into her mouth. She cherished the soft inner lips as if it were a loving cup and the wine within truly holy. Alexandra was her master as with her avid tongue she drew her sacrament down her throat.
Alexandra stopped her, dragging back on the leash until Elektra couldn’t stay between her mistress’s warm thighs without strangling herself.
“And now ask just a little more nicely,” Alexandra said, hervoice cool and aloof. It was almost as if she didn't care. But Elektra knew differently. She cared. Otherwise, she wouldn't whip her like she did. If she thought Elektra was a nothing, a huge zero in the equation of life, Alexandra wouldn't give her the time of the day. Instead she made sure Elektra received discipline that would improve her. Alexandra thought she could learn and she knew she wanted to please.
Elektra submissively kissed her way up the woman's thighs, blushing with shame, yet feeling her own cunt moistening with arousal. She pressed her mouth on Alexandra's sex, kissing it as ardently as she would anywhere on Alexandra’s body, from her lips to her foot.
She couldn’t dream that anything tasted better than that, much less herself.
