Chapter 5: Rachal passes her test
Rachal lay back on the bed, grunting incoherently as Lana thrust the thick phallus inside her and then withdrew. "Oh fuck," she gasped yet again, pushing her hips up to meet the wonderful intruder and throwing her head back onto the pillow.
Her session with Mimi had been an experience to remember—the redhead had been so incredibly rough with her strap-on—but Lana was something else altogether.
Just the sight of the blonde skinhead instantly sent shivers of desire through her. That sexy naked body with the tattoo of a dragon that curled from just under her deliciously plump breasts, around her stomach, and stopped just above her perfectly smooth pussy, never failed to get her heart beating faster.
Last night, the butch woman had unexpectedly let herself into Rachal's bedroom, waking the brunette to let her watch while she removed her dress to reveal her nakedness underneath. Naked, that was, except for the black strap on dildo...
Rachal's sleepy excitement levels had soared into the stratosphere.
Her hands curled around Lana's thrusting hips. Jeremy had never fucked her like this before, no man had. He'd been very quiet with her the morning after her session with Mimi, but if he suspected anything he hadn't confronted her. He'd be arriving back in England about now, but Lana had insisted she found an excuse to stay at the hotel until she had concluded her 'initial' training, the skinhead had said.
It hadn't been easy, but of course she'd done exactly what her Mistress had asked without question. Jeremy had been pissed-off, but so what? And her work was accommodating with her when she told them she'd picked up something infectious.
Just keep us advised and return as soon as you're well enough, they'd said.
Another piston like bursts brought her thoughts back to the present and her clawing fingers grabbed at the white bedsheets either side of her. "Oh fuck..."
"Exactly," the skinhead huskily panted, bending forward and sliding her long tongue inside Rachal's mouth. It flicked around the brunette's teeth, gums and even threatened to slide down into her throat.
Mimi was all roughness and while Rachal had had no idea that could be such a turn on, Lana was a marvellously inventive lover. The butch woman was never still, constantly changing position and the pace of her lovemaking.
One moment she would lean forward to run her incredibly long tongue along Rachal's throat, lips and neck and the next she was sitting up on her knees—her breasts and that tattoo dancing erotically in front of her glazed eyes.
One moment she'd grab Rachal's hair like Mimi had done, fucking her hard and fast, and the next she was kissing her softly, undulating in gentle circular motions that sent electrical-like impulses all the way from the brunette's needy pussy to her clouded brain.
And when she leant backwards, bending like a contortionist and grabbing Rachal's ankles so that the girl had a clear view of their union, it was impossible for the brunette not to scream out another orgasm. Then Lana would cum—the vibrating dong inserted into her own sex resulted echoing every sensation Rach was feeling.
Each shift in position brought a different angle and with it a different friction. Lana had told her she had much to learn and this was like a masterclass.
She had no idea how many climaxes her Mistress had given her since sneaking into her bedroom, but her whimpers confirmed that another wasn't too far away.
"I'm very pleased with you," Lana huskily panted down at her, slowing the pace as she recognised the signs. "Such an obedient little slut, aren't you?"
Rachal murmured an approving reply. Her excitement at being complemented was enhanced by the slutty names Lana called her. Reaching up, she cupped the skinhead's gently swaying breasts and palmed her nipples in the way she'd learned that the skinhead adored.
"Mmm, good girl," the butch woman purred, rewarding her pet with another long kiss. But just as the moment felt all tender again, Lana took her breath away by putting in another series of piston like pumps.
"Ngh..."
The skinhead snarled at her. "Tell me, my pet, was Mimi better than me?"
Rachal shook her head as she stared up into those dominating eyes. This butch woman was simply the hottest sexual creature she'd ever experienced, man or woman. "No," she said, her heart pumping so fast that she had to breathe deeply between each word. "I loved the way Mimi treated me—"
"Like her paid-for whore..."
The words found their way to Rachal's core.
Yes, that was exactly how the redhead had used her. Like her whore, her slut.
But even that intense session couldn't compare to her Mistress. "Yes," she eventually acknowledged. "But you fulfil every need I've ever had and just when I feel satisfied, you take me even higher. I've never felt so alive."
"Such a good little bitch," Lana imperiously told her, as if the compliment was her right. "Like this?"
Sitting up further on one knee, she began to pump fast and hard again.
"Oh fuck... shit..."
The feelings were becoming just too much again and once the orgasm began Rachal knew it wouldn't stop. When Lana's long tongue assaulted her skin, she twisted her head to the side on the pillow, exposing more of her neck to her Mistress.
"That's it, babygirl," the butch skinhead sexily whispered, rotating her hips in circles again. "Why don't you show me what you want?"
Rachal reacted to the challenge by thrusting her whole body upwards, hard and almost out of control. She was so aroused she could scream.
