Dr Casswell's Plaything by Sarah Fisher Page B

pulled the door to. As he settled, Casswell wondered if he could trust any of the men to guide him back out of the dingy underground maze and into the daylight. But before the idea took root, he glanced through the peephole closest to him and to his surprise saw Anna Weissman stretching up to run her tongue across the shaved and open quim of dear Sarah. The floor of the storeroom was set well below that of the cell beyond, and seen from this angle it was a revelation. Both female’s bodies gleamed with a gloss of sweat, and Sarah’s sex flushed scarlet, the inner lips slick with sheer pleasure.
    She was crouched on all fours over the blonde’s face, her eyes closed, her hips moving backwards and forwards over Anna’s busy tongue. He knew her well enough to know that Sarah was extremely excited, her body taut and expectant as the blonde’s tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
    Sarah moaned and writhed, struggling for breath, struggling to hold on. What was even more remarkable was that with her other hand his student of the night before, Anna Weissman, was driving a dildo deep into her own sex and was obviously close to the edge too. It was a stunning tableau. Both females were totally consumed by the fire of passion. Watching from the comfort of his armchair, Mustafa Aziz was also sweating hard and enjoying the spectacle, his erection like a mountain in his stained clothes.
    Crouching above Anna, Sarah suddenly began to buck and threw back her head, crying out in ecstasy, spine arching as the woman beneath her lapped on and on, driving her through into a shuddering orgasm. As if she was afraid to miss one second of the delight, Sarah ground her wet quim down onto her companion’s face, chasing every last sensation, every glittering moment of delight, and then suddenly it was done, all over. Unable to take any more, Sarah fell forward onto the cot, breathing hard.
    Mustafa Aziz got slowly to his feet and applauded, almost as if he was watching a cabaret. ‘That was good, very good,’ he gloated, running his hands over Sarah’s glistening flesh. ‘Now,’ he said, gripping the back of her neck before she had time to catch her breath, ‘I want you to kneel on the floor, and do the same to Miss Weissman. Quickly, while she is so very close to coming. Now, do as I say.’
    Sarah winced as the man’s grip tightened, but did not resist as he dragged her off the bed onto the filthy floor. Kneeling there between Anna’s open legs, she tentatively kissed the woman’s flat belly, her tongue slowly tracing a path down from her navel to the rise of her sex. Anna was still working the dildo in and out, lifting her hips in time with the penetration. Sarah hesitated and then very gently kissed the wet junction where Anna’s sex lips divided, encircling her clitoris and sucking gently on the swollen scarlet bud.
    Anna Weissman whimpered and lifted up to give Sarah greater freedom. Sarah sucked and nuzzled again at the plump, fragrant folds. As they began to find a rhythm, Sarah caught hold of the dildo, easing it from Anna’s glistening fingers and took control of its passage, losing herself in the act of pleasuring the blonde. It was a compelling image. Casswell felt the breath catch in his throat. Sarah and Anna looked exquisite, lost in a sea of rapture.
    Standing above them both, lips slack and wet, eyes dark with a shark-like hunger, Mustafa ran his hands over Sarah’s shapely hips. At first she barely seemed aware of the Turk, and then her eyes widened as he roughly pushed her thighs apart and ran a hand up into the engorged opening between her buttocks. Casswell saw her whole body stiffen for an instant as he unzipped his fly, and grabbing hold of her hips, guided his raging cock deep inside her.
    Sarah shrieked as he pressed his unwieldy shaft home, his hands catching hold of her breasts, fingers twisting and pinching her erect nipples. Deeply and securely embedded, Mustafa Aziz