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After examining you for a long moment, she reached out to you, but with
her riding crop, not her hand. The touch of it on your cheek brought a
gasp from you, as the cold leather stroked your skin. The leather was
soft, smooth, more like a lover’s touch than hard hide, as she caressed
you. First the face, then the neck, along the line of your arms, then
down over the corset to your legs. First the calves, then the thighs,
then (to your agony and delight) to the space between your legs. With
a sure, steady hand, she stroked you there, as you writhed and squirmed
with delight and lust. Your could feel yourself running down the
insides of your thighs as she teased, prodded, and caressed you. Then,
with a swift motion, she pulled you to her, grasping the crop in both
hands, using it like a bar to pull your body to hers. Then, after a
deep, wet, searching kiss, she pushed you down to your knees before
her. You looked up at her, loving, adoring, asking with your eyes for
her to command you.

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Just as you had regained your composure and was ready to return to the
party, you heard the sharp click of a heel coming down on the floor at
the doorway behind you. You turned, slowly, knowing that it couldn’t
be her, both hoping and fearing that it was. And, of course, it was:
she was wearing her hat and carrying her riding crop, dressed as if
ready to depart. She continued to walk up to you as you stood
motionless, your mouth dry and heart pounding so loud you were afraid
it might drowned out the band. She stopped her confident stride only
three feet from you, and then (with an ironic smile) doffed her hat in
a graceful bow.

One last dance? she asked, eyes smiling and deep, velvet over steel.

Yes, you said, so softly you were sure no one else could hear. But
from your body, your face, you knew what you were saying to her: Yes.
Please. Anything. I beg you.

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She was tall, at least six feet. She was dressed in black, in a
perfect coachman’s uniform. She wore tight pants fit into calf-high
boots, shiny and well-polished. Her vest, cut to give her a tight
V-figure, was closed with a double row of bright silver buttons.
Those, and her white cravat, were the only thing which were not black,
black to the point of absorbing the light around her. Her hands and
fingers were long and delicate as she casually tapped the palm of one
hand with a riding crop. Her features were strong, aristocratic, not
feminine except in their beauty. Her close-cropped hair was nearly
completely concealed by a coachman’s top hat. But her eyes drew you
most of all. Large, intense, as dark as her clothing, they held to the
promise of lust, passion, power and even cruelty

The band struck up a waltz on a slightly off note, shocking you back to
reality. You dimly were aware of your partner taking your hand and
leading you onto the dance floor, and the movement gradually brought
you to earth. Occasionally as the dance progressed, you would glimpse
her dancing with women (and always leading). But after every dance,
she was someplace else, asking someone else to dance; you could never
seem to get near to her. Finally, the impression of her first
appearance faded, and the evening continued.
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Their passions spent, they hugged each other convulsively, their kisses
still eager and hungry, their prowess like sexual athletes as they surrendered
themselves to one another atop the satin coverlet of the eiderdown bed sunk in
the floor of the master bedroom. A sudden release of abundant happiness
welled up in both their breasts as they kissed each other to sleep, Kathy’s
mind filled with the erotic images of the passionate love she’d just shared
with another woman.

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Kathy’s fingers tangled themselves in the long strands covering
Stephanie’s head, her hands pulling Stephanie’s face into her, her hips
thrusting her flowing womanhood against Stephanie’s mouth, her knee working
Stephanie’s sopping mound until it exploded in a milky white flood that flowed
across her leg and puddled on the satin comforter. Stephanie’s release
holding her in the throes of Aphrodite, she dug her tongue deep into Kathy’s
overflowing goblet, her lips sucking at the overflow, her tongue capturing the
sweet fluids flowing from the depths of Kathy’s womanhood. Their individual
orgasms were multiple, their collective desires were mutually sated, their
unsolicited early-morning love making set every fiber in their bodies trembling.

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Kathy’s pulsing nipples lanced into the satiny smoothness as the
comforter as Stephanie’s hands moved to the tender flesh of her lower back,
another offering of aromatic oil having first been warmed between her palms.
Kathy’s body luxuriated in the sensuous rapture of Stephanie’s hands, her
spine transmitting wonderful signals to her brain every time Stephanie covered
the plain of her backside with her back and forth movements.

Then, Stephanie’s talented workers were administering to the pliable
flesh of Kathy’s shoulders, her fingernails occasionally cresting the collar
bones and searching for the upper slopes of Kathy’s hidden breasts. Kathy
felt the shifting movement atop the eiderdown mattress, the pressure increas-
ing on her shoulders, the first drops of her womanly release ebbing within her
as Stephanie ran her tongue along the outer fold of the crevice marking the
joining of Kathy’s behind cheeks.
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The feeling in my pussy was building to extasy and spreading through
my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was slowly bucking
my hips against my hand, and I increased the motion. I spread my pubic
lips apart and made little circles around my aroused clitoris with my
middle finger.

My skin burned, and I was sweating. I knew that something big was going
to happen soon and I yearned for it. The extasy burned at the center
of my being. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and arched my back,
thrusting my breasts at the image of myself in the mirror. With what
seemed like an endless sudder of intense pleasure beyond what I’d ever
dreamed possible, I had my first orgasm, and came.

I sank into a wet heap, relishing what I’d just experienced. My fingers
were slick with my come, and I sucked each of them clean. I loved the
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