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.
But she was no match for her provocative lover. With a sneer of triumph, Lana placed her hands over the girl's magnificent breasts—possessing them—and then firing out yet another series of machine-gun like thrusts.
"Oh Shit.... Oh Fuckkkkk..."
Rachal wrapped her legs around her lover's back as she tried to hold on. Her body ached and screamed as she flexed and thrust it upwards, only her shoulders and the soles of her feet on the bed. This butch woman was too much, driving her into a state of sexual bliss she never wanted to end.
But just as another inevitable orgasm threatened to sweep across her body, Lana teasingly eased off again, leaving her panting and wanting more. She pushed her hips upwards, her entire body trembling with arousal, trying to reach her nirvana, but Lana was having none of it.
"I have another task for you later today," she whispered to her, dipping her head and curling her long tongue around the girl's erect right nipple. She captured the bud like a lasso, pulling it taut and hard and making her sexy little pet whimper like the bitch she was. "It's another woman who wants sex with you. You're quite in demand, my pet. News of what a hot little whore you are is spreading quickly."
Rachal's eyes rolled into the back of her head. The words inflamed her senses. She hadn't challenged Lana about being paid for sex and yet the skinhead was talking about the subject as if it had been discussed and agree between them.
"You like the idea, don't you?" Lana continued, slowing into measured movements so that only the very tip of the phallus was running along Rachal's labia. Another whimper of arousal escaped the brunette's throat and she raised her hips for better contact. Lana grinned. "You like being a paid-for whore?"
Rachal tried to speak but her chest had tightened and her breath was coming in irregular spurts. She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out the lewd thoughts.
"But more of that later," she heard the throaty growl in her ear. "For now, my precious young slut... you need one more cum for your Mistress. C'mon, my sweet little bitch, then I'll let you go down on me. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Rachal's lust fuelled eyes opened to engulf the eroticism of Lana's bouncing breasts just as the skinhead began to thrust harder again. Their wet, sweaty skin slapped where it touched, noisily and sensually. The room was suddenly full of the smacking flesh. Pumping back, the brunette dropped her hands to Lana's hips, pushing her away and then helping the blonde skinhead to drive back down again.
The throaty sounds escaping her mouth were unintelligible.
Lana snarled in satisfaction at the girl's final capitulation and eased into a squat position as she gave her little bitch another volley of machine-gun like thrusts. When the full force of the orgasm unleashed itself, the brunette began to wail like a banshee...
***
Lana nodded approvingly as Rachal smoothed the dress in place. She'd chosen it personally for her pet to wear during her liaison tonight.
Despite spending half of the night and most of the morning in bed together, she was still aroused. It was such a shame that her newest conquest needed to fly back to England tomorrow, but that would be a temporary hiatus. She'd be in daily contact with her little bitch and had already made plans to visit her. All that the girl needed was a little time, and some additional persuasion, and she'd become a permanent member of Lana's enclave of pets.
Whether that was in England, or here, the butch skinhead had yet to decide.
The one thing that Rachal had no idea of—yet—was that all three rooms on the top floor had cameras installed and that every encounter was secretly filmed. The cameras served more than simply a voyeuristic purpose, of course. Should one of her pets ever become reluctant, or one of her clients ever became difficult, she had all the evidence she needed to convince them to comply with her wishes.
