2
It was a cramped hotel room with barely enough space for a bed and two bedside tables. There was a lamp on one of the nightstands: there was nothing special about it — a simple one with a white lampshade in the form of a cone expanded to the base. The dim light coming from the lamp barely made it possible to see a picture of a wildlife landscape on the wall. There was also a mirror in the room. It was thinly surrounded by a lacquered wooden frame and was up to one and a half meters high. It attracted the eye with an inviting reflection in a poorly lit room. The thought immediately popped into my head: "By what miracle could it survive in such extreme conditions of being here? The walls were all cracked, the bed was askew from excessive loads, the doors were shabby, with dents, as if they were opened by someone's feet."
The mirror was grimly silent in response, hiding the secrets of the hotel room. And why should I know about it? Perhaps I was trying to find at least something that would help me relieve the tension that was growing every moment. I was standing in front of a tall mirror and its reflection, I saw my image - a woman with light, slightly disheveled shoulder-length hair. The blush on my face betrayed my embarrassment since She was still standing behind me! I felt her breasts against my back, and in the reflection, thin fingers lay on my shoulders like epaulets, making me shudder. The woman's black square and sharp facial features were reflected in the mirror. Her brown eyes devoured me, or rather, not me, but my breasts, covered with a white blouse.
"Emma, look what he did to you?!" she whispered in my ear.
In the area of my right cheek, there was a brown spot with indistinct wavy contours, decorated with red veins-vessels. It still hurt and reminded me of what could happen to anyone alone with Him!
"Regina, it's my fault," the bitter words burst out of me.
"Is it your fault that you can revenge your opinion?!" she exclaimed. "Are you out of your mind? "
"I know because his people are everywhere! They must have already informed him about our meeting…"
"Shut up!" she interrupted and forced me to look at the reflection.
Her hands slid to the side of my neck and, without interrupting contact with the body, began to descend. Palms studied every millimeter, every irregularity, the curve of my body. Her hands reached the slope of the mountains, where they had to climb to the top, and then rapidly fall to the bottom. At the very top of the mountains, she gave free rein to her hands: her fingers spread wide and imperiously grabbed my chest. The fabric of the clothes did not allow me to fully feel her touch, so it remained to strengthen them with the help of imagination.
Biting my lip, I watched Regina's hands slide over my body in the reflection of the mirror. These touches caused me to respond. The feelings were weak and rather conditioned by my inner thirst. Yes, I waited patiently for a call for a whole week, and in my heart, I was afraid that Regina would not want to meet me again. But in the end, a new meeting took place. Now her confident touches in the area of my navel have thrown firewood into the fire of feelings burning inside. Mills made several circular movements with her palms in the pubic area, the skirt created an obstacle, and I wanted the fabric to dissolve under hot and skillful fingers, but ... Suddenly the foreplay ended.
"Regina, is something wrong?"
"Yes-s-s," my mistress said thoughtfully. "Still, you're a fool."
"Eh?!"
"I explained everything to you and showed you where to turn for help," she replied rudely. "And what did you do? "
"I..."
"That's right, you did nothing."
Meanwhile, Regina's right hand started moving again, dropped lower and shifted to the center, and ended up on the front surface of the skirt, the other chose to go sideways, on the hip. At the same time, she pressed with all her might with her right hand and tried to get to my panties through the fabric of the skirt, and with her left, she began to greedily feel, knead my thigh and buttock.
"It hurts!" I exclaimed involuntarily and tried to pull away from Mills' grip.
"So, you quietly endure his blows, but you don't want my tenderness?" she said with displeasure.
"I'm sorry, it was unexpected…"
"Be patient a little," Regina slightly reduced the intensity of her touches. "By the way, did you do what I asked you?"
"Y-yes…"
"We'll check it out now. "
Mills lifted my blouse and found a zipper on the back of the skirt. She shifted the lock to release the belt on my hips and let my skirt slide down. The contours of my white lace tanga with scarlet bows appeared for everyone to see. Oh, mirror, have you seen such?
"How do you like it?" I asked, barely restraining myself from smiling.
Regina took hold of the fabric strips of my underpants from both sides, and pulled with all her strength up:
"An excellent choice! You can do it whenever you want. And that's why I suggest you try something spicy tonight."
The fabric of the panties cut into the area of my crotch and began to press on the secret place. A surge of pleasant warm feelings began to spread in waves through my body from the bottom up. I was ready to do anything to strengthen these feelings and reach a climax.
"Of course, whatever you want," I hastened to agree and involuntarily put my hands on my chest, squeezed them with my fingers, as passion had already begun to spill out of the cauldron bubbling with primitive instincts.
"Ah, my hungry Emma," Regina chuckled. "Now raise your hands and put them behind your head."
After following the instructions, I saw in the reflection of the mirror how Mills left my underpants alone and took hold of the hem of her blouse. She slowly lifted the blouse to my chin.
"Hold it with your teeth and don't lower it," she said in an imperious tone.
I obediently clung to the fabric with my teeth, thereby allowing my mistress to free her hands. They immediately moved to a snow-white bra, which, unlike underpants, was ordinary, without any brand grandeur.
Regina snuggled up to my side and whispered in my ear:
"Do you think your nipples have already become hard? No? Then let's help them. "
With deft finger movements, the lock on my back was opened, and the bra released my breasts from its embrace. I silently watched what was happening, and I couldn't say anything, since the edge of my blouse was already wet, soaked in my sticky saliva. Regina shifted the bodice up and touched her fingertips to my nipples. Her touch was light and airy, but every moment she tightened her grip, and confidently squeezed my flesh, forcing the blood to flow more and more to my nipples.
"Now they have become elastic, " Mills' comment followed. "And, listen, you need to eat more because I don't like women as thin as herring. But this mole near the navel is very funny, I like it," Regina continued to whisper to me.
One of her hands left my nipple alone and slowly began to slide down the skin, creating a hot path of pleasant sensations invisible to the eyes. Gentle touches made me shudder, I could barely restrain myself from moaning, and even there was a lot of saliva in my mouth. I didn't have time to swallow it, so soon the vicious secret began to leak out through my lips. My eyes were convulsively focused on my face, reddened from feelings, then on Mills' hands. This mirror was driving me crazy! It did not just reflect, it absorbed, stirred, and returned to the outside what was happening in its looking glass.
"You know, your clitoris is throbbing joyfully now, " Regina's hand reached my secret place and began to probe it through the thin material of the tanga. "Emma, how vulgar you are?"
"Who would say?!" I tried to object, but it came out of my mouth:
"Mm-hmm... mm-hmm…"
Suddenly Regina stopped and abruptly took hold of my hair with both hands, then she imperiously squeezed them with her fingers and pressed her face to them, as if to fragrant flowers brought by a loved one.
"Your smell! This is something incomparable. I want to lick you from head to toe and then eat you," she continued the monologue.
I couldn't stand it and spat out the edge of my blouse:
"Can you stop mocking me! Hurry up, I'm already on fire!"
"Oh! Someone disobeyed my order!" Regina exclaimed with displeasure. "You remember our agreement, right?"
"Yes," I nodded guiltily, "but try to stand with a blouse in your mouth when this happens."
"So, you didn't like the blouse." Well, we'll write it down in our diary.
"Please don't! I am guilty and ready to be punished," I squeezed out of myself.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood," Mills's insidious smile reappeared on her face. "Let's take off your extra clothes. "
She helped me take off my blouse and bra, and now I was standing in front of the mirror half-naked as if I had come to the doctor's office to do an ultrasound of the mammary glands. And why did I come up with this strange analogy? I even imagined Mills in a tight-fitting medical suit... no, it's better in black lace underwear and a translucent suit... or no underwear at all!
"Emma, stop staring at yourself in the mirror. Turn around!" Regina's stern voice boomed imperiously in the walls of the room.
I turned around and saw my favorite brunette in a black top and jeans. She defiantly unbuttoned the fly of her pants and, lowering them, showed a leather thong with a strap-on. So black, with a lumpy texture, he was assembled and waiting in the wings when he would be allowed to stick into some hole.
"Regina, we didn't agree on this…"
"On your knees!" a new order came from her.
"But we…"
"You said you'd do anything. Or have you already changed your mind? "
I fell silent. I hesitated for a while, but still got down on my knees, looked up at my mistress, and felt like an insignificant bee that crawled at the feet of its queen.
"Please... let me... make amends, " — the words flew out of my mouth, and my face flushed with bright colors.
"Emma, you know what to do, right?" Mills spread her legs wider and unfastened the strap-on, the end of which immediately turned threateningly towards my face.
Moving closer and standing up, I opened my mouth and grabbed the end of the phallus. My lips felt the elastic synthetic flesh, and the more I plunged him inside me, the more I felt the taste of strawberries. Regina treated him with some kind of lubricant.
"Deeper and more thorough," Mills got into the taste and probably imagined herself as a general's wife who carried out educational work with the staff.
For a moment I freed my mouth from the phallus and, making a resounding sigh, squeezed out:
"Yes, my general!"
Then I defiantly began to lick the strap-on with my tongue from one side, then from the other; I did it slowly and diligently. Its lower surface was licked from the bottom up to the tip and only after this peculiar ritual again plunged the phallus into the mouth. Regina decided to help me in this matter and, taking hold of my head from both sides, began to push the strap-on inside me with force. Back and forth, back and forth, and each time deeper and deeper, causing the black surface to be covered with my saliva.
Regina was pleased with the work I had done and, pulling away, ordered me to get back on my feet and face the mirror. Then Mills, without any tenderness, bent me down and leaned my chest against the sheer surface of the glass. The cold burned my body, forcing me to move away from the shroud of primitive feelings.
"Spread your legs so that I can take good care of you, " Regina gave free rein to her fingers: I felt her rough touches in the area of my buttocks, and she also decided to test their strength with her nails.
"Like this?" I still could not get used to the various entertainments of Mills.
With each new meeting, I, as if drugged by some kind of weed, wished for more and more rude treatment of myself, because only in this way could I feel like a truly free and happy woman.
Regina chose not to take off my underpants, but simply shifted them to the side. Her strap-on began to slowly enter my vagina and push apart the walls of the womb. At first, everything happened slowly, extremely carefully, and gently, but Mills increased the speed and strength of the jerky movements each time, forcing the phallus to sink faster and deeper. And for more effect at the peak of speed, when voluptuous moans began to come from my mouth, Regina began to whip her palms on my buttocks. A blow, then another blow. Pain merged with tender feelings, together they made me drown, plunge into madness. And all this happened to the shrill sounds of my moans. At some point, I lost control of my body, and under the influence of an invisible puppeteer, it began to bend, wriggle and independently take a comfortable position so that the strap-on could dive to the maximum depth. With every thrust, with every heavy sigh, I felt more and more waves of boundless pleasure.
But everything had to be paid for, and in the price for love, for sensations, for passion, I gave my vitality. My strength was leaving me, forcing me to slide down and down the mirror. The smooth surface of the glass and the walls did not allow me to stay in this madness, so without Regina's help, I would not have been able to stand still for a long time. As if she had read my thoughts, she hurried to change her position: she firmly took hold of my hands and, lifting a little, began to enter me from the bottom up at an oblique angle, thereby taking over part of my weight. The love juice was no longer easy to stand out from my vagina in drops, but flowed along the inner surface of my thighs and probably fell and irrigated the dusty floor of the hotel.
"Emma, do you like it?!" Regina's voice was heard through the noisy breathing, heartbeat, and moans.
"Yes…"
"I can't hear you!"
"Yes!"
"Great, my insatiable," the walls shook from her loud laughter, which echoed for a long time and continued to live in my head, reflecting and becoming louder and quieter.
That's exactly what I wanted: to feel a piece of happiness that I rarely received from Him. Only Mills somehow managed to break down the barriers and release feelings of animal passion from the depths of my soul and to know real, exciting, and boundless love.
I didn't even notice how I found myself on the bed, completely undressed, wet, and tired. She towered over me. Drops of sweat dripped down her skin, giving a magical shine to the rays of the bedside lamp. Mistress, no, my seductress-temptress also took off her clothes, and now, to enjoy the sacrament herself, she introduced one end of the double-sided phallus into herself and plunged the other into my bosom. Regina grabbed one of my legs and, turning it a little, lifted it, threw it over her shoulder, and entered with all her strength.
How long it lasted was not reflected in my mind. And it didn't matter. Now, even despite the sharp feelings from the elastic phallus that penetrated inside me, I was grateful to Regina for agreeing to give me fleeting feelings of calm and serenity.
That night, in the walls of a God-forsaken hotel, our cries of happiness were born like the melody of the strings of love. And I don't care that this song was heard by all the neighbors in the hotel, the main thing is that Regina and I were able to bring ourselves to ecstasy.
We lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling and listened to each other's heavy breathing, inhaled the aromas of mixed sweat. I turned my head to the side to look at my mistress. There was an uncontrollable thirst in her eyes. Even now she wanted with all her heart to get me, to share her power with me, to make me truly happy.
I wonder what Regina found in me, and what I found in her?
"Emma… You're not going anywhere from me," she whispered. "You're mine…"
"Yes… I'm yours... " through unbearable fatigue I squeezed out of myself in response.
Maybe someday I'll find the strength to look into His face, into his insolent beady eyes, and say: "Fuck yourself!" And then slam the door and drive away with Regina wherever you look.
And so that at the end of our story there will be an inscription: "And they lived happily ever after!"