E.Rotique
12-20-2002, 10:52 PM
Michelle and Jasmine
Chapter 1 (part b) – Jasmine takes her first slave
“Ooh you’re getting my knickers all wet. I can’t go home with wet knickers, can I?”
Jasmine got up off her young victim, somewhat a little unsteadily because of the warm and wet tingling sensations between her legs. She seemed to have the girl at her mercy now and a pair of wet knickers was not about to stop her enjoyment.
“Now don’t move!”
Jasmine steadied her shaky legs, reached under her short blue pleated skirt and pulled the white bikini panties down. Stepping out of them, she threw them to one side as she eyeballed her shocked victim. The younger girl was now petrified as she watched Jasmine lift up her skirt and inspect her naked pussy.
“You’ve made me all wet. I’ll do you for that!” Jasmine convinced the girl that it was her fault. She stepped over her and dropped to her knees astride her chest. Slowly she crawled upwards until her knees were either side of the girl’s head. Lifting her skirt hem, she positioned herself carefully over the girl’s face until she sat down comfortably, her pussy muffling her prisoner’s protests.
“Just shut up and don’t move!” Jasmine decided to cover the girl’s head beneath her skirt so that the girl couldn’t see how excited she was. The sensations in her pussy were fantastic now. It felt so sexy not wearing any knickers as she sat on her prisoner’s face. Her pussy felt so wet!
“Now I’m going to torture you as much as I want and you can’t do anything about it!”
Jasmine felt like she was in heaven, it felt so wonderful. She continued her slippery gyrations on her victim’s face and teased the girl by alternatively squeezing her thighs together and then spreading them wide around her captive’s head. As her victim suffered this humiliation in quiet surrender, Jasmine got wetter and wetter. She had never known such sensations before and simply could not stop. She now felt like watching her prisoner’s face as she tortured her. She lifted her skirt and pulled it back along her beautiful smooth thighs to reveal a pair of eyes staring helplessly up at her. Oh it felt so sexy! Jasmine continued grinding her wet pussy into the girl’s mouth as she looked into her pleading eyes.
“Now you’re my prisoner. Do you give in to me?” asked Jasmine excitedly.
“Mmmmphhhhhhh” is all the girl could say as she was in a state of confusion and felt utterly defeated by Jasmine. She was resigned to letting this sexy prefect do whatever she wanted to because she felt powerless to stop it.
Jasmine found that she could get a really nice feeling when she rubbed her pussy over the girl’s nose too. In fact it was even nicer if she pressed harder still until the nose disappeared between her pussy lips. She was becoming somewhat breathless as she observed the glistening wetness of her victim’s nose as it re-emerged from inside her.
It would be fair to say that the younger girl’s fate now did not lie in her own hands but between Jasmine’s legs. And what beautiful sexy legs they were too, golden brown, smooth and shapely.
As Jasmine continued her leisurely assault on her victim’s face she felt a new sense of eroticism. Looking into her silent victim’s eyes, she felt in total control and that she could command her to do absolutely anything.
“Open your mouth and lick it.” There, she had said it! But there was no response.
“I said lick it!” And then, as if in a trance, her prisoner’s tongue dutifully stabbed at Jasmine’s pussy. The triumph showed on Jasmine’s face.
“That’s it, put your tongue right inside and lick it. Mmmm, that’s nice. I hope you like the taste, slave!”
The younger girl was now so compliant, it was as if she had been hypnotised by Jasmine. Indeed, her eyes seemed transfixed on Jasmine’s as her tongue pleasured her. Jasmine watched with delight as the girl’s tongue carefully stroked and delved into her once private place.
The girl was stunned by how beautiful and sexy Jasmine looked above her. As if her thoughts had been telegraphed to Jasmine, Jasmine began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and then began to take off her bra, revealing her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her hardened nipples stood proud and excited.
“Don’t stop, I like it. Keep licking until I tell you to stop! If you do a good job I’ll let you go.” Jasmine told her.
The girl prisoner did as she was told. She licked and sucked at Jasmine’s pussy continuously while Jasmine was in ecstasy riding her face.
And so, after about twenty more minutes of oral stimulation and face grinding pleasure, Jasmine experienced her first big orgasm. It was beautiful. Wave after wave of sexual tension was released from that magical place deep inside her. She had never before felt so wonderful.
As she recovered her senses, Jasmine looked down at the girl beneath her, soaked in her own perspiration and Jasmine’s juices. She asked the girl what her name was and the vanquished one duly replied.
“That was good. You made me feel nice down there and very sexy. Did you like doing that?”
“Er yes, sort of.”
“If I let you be my friend you’ll have to do it again whenever I want! Do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good. I’ll see you then”
Jasmine smiled. She had found her first sex slave. Her name was Angie.
:cool:
Chapter 1 (part b) – Jasmine takes her first slave
“Ooh you’re getting my knickers all wet. I can’t go home with wet knickers, can I?”
Jasmine got up off her young victim, somewhat a little unsteadily because of the warm and wet tingling sensations between her legs. She seemed to have the girl at her mercy now and a pair of wet knickers was not about to stop her enjoyment.
“Now don’t move!”
Jasmine steadied her shaky legs, reached under her short blue pleated skirt and pulled the white bikini panties down. Stepping out of them, she threw them to one side as she eyeballed her shocked victim. The younger girl was now petrified as she watched Jasmine lift up her skirt and inspect her naked pussy.
“You’ve made me all wet. I’ll do you for that!” Jasmine convinced the girl that it was her fault. She stepped over her and dropped to her knees astride her chest. Slowly she crawled upwards until her knees were either side of the girl’s head. Lifting her skirt hem, she positioned herself carefully over the girl’s face until she sat down comfortably, her pussy muffling her prisoner’s protests.
“Just shut up and don’t move!” Jasmine decided to cover the girl’s head beneath her skirt so that the girl couldn’t see how excited she was. The sensations in her pussy were fantastic now. It felt so sexy not wearing any knickers as she sat on her prisoner’s face. Her pussy felt so wet!
“Now I’m going to torture you as much as I want and you can’t do anything about it!”
Jasmine felt like she was in heaven, it felt so wonderful. She continued her slippery gyrations on her victim’s face and teased the girl by alternatively squeezing her thighs together and then spreading them wide around her captive’s head. As her victim suffered this humiliation in quiet surrender, Jasmine got wetter and wetter. She had never known such sensations before and simply could not stop. She now felt like watching her prisoner’s face as she tortured her. She lifted her skirt and pulled it back along her beautiful smooth thighs to reveal a pair of eyes staring helplessly up at her. Oh it felt so sexy! Jasmine continued grinding her wet pussy into the girl’s mouth as she looked into her pleading eyes.
“Now you’re my prisoner. Do you give in to me?” asked Jasmine excitedly.
“Mmmmphhhhhhh” is all the girl could say as she was in a state of confusion and felt utterly defeated by Jasmine. She was resigned to letting this sexy prefect do whatever she wanted to because she felt powerless to stop it.
Jasmine found that she could get a really nice feeling when she rubbed her pussy over the girl’s nose too. In fact it was even nicer if she pressed harder still until the nose disappeared between her pussy lips. She was becoming somewhat breathless as she observed the glistening wetness of her victim’s nose as it re-emerged from inside her.
It would be fair to say that the younger girl’s fate now did not lie in her own hands but between Jasmine’s legs. And what beautiful sexy legs they were too, golden brown, smooth and shapely.
As Jasmine continued her leisurely assault on her victim’s face she felt a new sense of eroticism. Looking into her silent victim’s eyes, she felt in total control and that she could command her to do absolutely anything.
“Open your mouth and lick it.” There, she had said it! But there was no response.
“I said lick it!” And then, as if in a trance, her prisoner’s tongue dutifully stabbed at Jasmine’s pussy. The triumph showed on Jasmine’s face.
“That’s it, put your tongue right inside and lick it. Mmmm, that’s nice. I hope you like the taste, slave!”
The younger girl was now so compliant, it was as if she had been hypnotised by Jasmine. Indeed, her eyes seemed transfixed on Jasmine’s as her tongue pleasured her. Jasmine watched with delight as the girl’s tongue carefully stroked and delved into her once private place.
The girl was stunned by how beautiful and sexy Jasmine looked above her. As if her thoughts had been telegraphed to Jasmine, Jasmine began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and then began to take off her bra, revealing her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her hardened nipples stood proud and excited.
“Don’t stop, I like it. Keep licking until I tell you to stop! If you do a good job I’ll let you go.” Jasmine told her.
The girl prisoner did as she was told. She licked and sucked at Jasmine’s pussy continuously while Jasmine was in ecstasy riding her face.
And so, after about twenty more minutes of oral stimulation and face grinding pleasure, Jasmine experienced her first big orgasm. It was beautiful. Wave after wave of sexual tension was released from that magical place deep inside her. She had never before felt so wonderful.
As she recovered her senses, Jasmine looked down at the girl beneath her, soaked in her own perspiration and Jasmine’s juices. She asked the girl what her name was and the vanquished one duly replied.
“That was good. You made me feel nice down there and very sexy. Did you like doing that?”
“Er yes, sort of.”
“If I let you be my friend you’ll have to do it again whenever I want! Do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good. I’ll see you then”
Jasmine smiled. She had found her first sex slave. Her name was Angie.
:cool: