Rachal and Lana lay together on the bed, their bodies entwined with each other. The skinhead woman's body was half-above Rachal's curvy figure and the brunette's pretty head nestled firmly into the soft pillow as Lana flicked her long tongue around the inside of that adorable mouth. Her deep, searching kisses had lasted for what seemed like hours.
"You're every bit as sexy as I imagined," Lana eventually murmured, staring down into those deep eyes as she lifted her head and broke the kiss. Her fingers caressed the velvet curve of her captive's smooth hip, while her other hand stroked across the woman's silken hair. She could feel the young woman's hot panting breath against her face.
"Thank you," Rachal hesitantly answered, her eyes flickering. It seemed such a trite thing to say but in truth, she was lost for words. The thought that she shouldn't be there at all wouldn't leave her head. She had a boyfriend. She wasn't into women. This was wrong. Yet the power that the older woman generated was intoxicating. "We shouldn't..." she eventually murmured, as if desperate to be persuaded otherwise.
Lana smiled. She recognised the signs only too well. All her pets went through the same range of emotions initially, though none of them had a body made to sin like this girl's. Rachal might doubt herself, but that was perfectly natural for someone who considered themselves straight. Not for much longer. She knew that she'd already broken the mould with this one and any resistance would only be temporary.
"You don't enjoy my touch?" she teasingly asked, sliding her thigh between the prone woman's legs. She shifted her hand to the round curve of her buttocks, stroking with just her fingertips as she slid her lips behind Rachal's jewelled earlobe. The pressure rolled the brunette's pretty head to one side and Lana swept her long tongue along the soft flesh.
Rachal moaned at the contact. "It's incredible," she panted. "But I'm not bi..."
"You're not?" Lana ran her lips unhurriedly across the muscles and hollows of the slender neck, enjoying the feel and taste of Rachal's smooth tanned skin. Her all-seeing eyes studied each reaction on the girl's face and orchestrated each move in line with the changing expression. "You could have fooled me," she added, biting down gently on the soft skin.
"Lana..." Rachal gasped, her eyes widening in alarm. "Please don't mark me. I don't want Jeremy to find out about this."
"You don't want him to find out that you like women?"
"I... I don't..."
Lana laughed as she eased her lips away from Rachal's wet neck and dropped them to her sweat-dampened cleavage. Her experienced hands cupped each superbly firm breast as her long tongue curled around the edge of one dark nipple. "You don't what?" she teased.
The young woman's reply was a whimpering moan. "Oh God..." Despite herself, she ran her slim hands up Lana's back and settled them on the woman's upper arms. That tongue was impossibly long and it was doing things to her nipple that no man had ever been able to achieve. To her shame she felt herself responding, her eyes beginning to slide shut with guilty enjoyment as she began to glide her long fingernails over the woman's tattooed skin. Every fibre in her body was screaming out her arousal.
Just as suddenly, the tongue was gone and Lana was reaching for a bottle from the table beside the bed. Tilting her head urgently and raising her curvy body up onto one elbow on the crumpled sheets beneath her, she felt her heart pounding as the skinheaded woman unscrewed the cap from the bottle and poured the liquid into her palm.
Returning the bottle to the table, she closed her hands and rubbed her palms together.
"You're mine now," Lana told her. "I'm your Mistress. I own you."
The words sent an unaccountable shudder of arousal through the brunette. She'd always been an independent girl and invariably she was the one in control. Yet somehow, the thought of being dominated was an incredible turn on. And that arousal increased at the knowledge that it was this woman, with a tattooed body and known throughout the hotel as an out and out dyke, who was the one controlling her.
Jeremy would be back soon. It made sense to raise her body from the bed, leave here now, close this chapter, and let her boyfriend fuck her lights out as soon as he returned to the hotel. But her body was telling her something different. Her hot pussy was tingling at the thought of being under this woman's control.
"You understand?" Lana asked, placing her oily hands onto Rachal's breasts, cupping and kneading them as she spread the lotion across the soft skin of her breasts.
Rachal's tried to speak, but couldn't. Her eyes slowly glazed with pleasure as the triumphant woman's hands took control of her full breasts the way her words had captured her mind. A whimpered murmur of pleasure escaped her red lips.
Oh God. That felt fantastic...
***
Lana watched the young woman's aroused expression grow further as her fingers effortlessly and expertly manipulated the soft skin of the superb breasts. They really were magnificent, full and firm. The lengthening nipples burned into her palms.
Not pausing in her manipulation, she eased her thigh between the long legs and nestled it against her captive's eagerly pouting vulva. In an instant, Rachal had begun to rotate her curvy hips against her, unable to stop herself and not even wanting to.
Lana recognised the look on her face. It was always the same. Natural conventions were out of the window and all that the brunette was thinking about now was the pleasure radiating from her gleaming breasts and exposed clitoris. Her straining vulva slithered wetly over Lana's leg as the girl unashamedly masturbated herself against her, spreading her juices as she pressed and glided her clitoris back and forth on her pressing thigh.
"From now on, you'll do anything your Mistress tells you," Lana whispered, adjusting position so that her breasts rested between Rachal's splayed legs. The brunette's thighs parted wider as she gently pinched each oiled nipple between thumb and forefinger and slid her tongue into the sexy belly button. The young beauty's eyes flickered closed.
"You need your mistress's tongue," Lana told her as she worked her lips downwards over her captive's rounded pubis. Her tongue skirted across the baby smooth flesh before running lightly along the full length of her shining clitoris.
Rachal let out a soft wail.
"You understand you're my pet now?" Lana told her a second before she closed began to suck at the brunette's engorged clit. When Rachal's body humped upwards, she flicked the hypersensitive tip of her long tongue gently from side to side across the sensitive nub.
