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We peered over the edge of the hillock, hand in hand. We had come in the hope of having a quiet cuddle in the open air, but Emily, Anne, Emm and someone else had found the same secluded spot earlier — and for another purpose.

We had read the record of what Anne, who was now Emm’s Mistress, had called ‘Emm’s dream,’ which had ended with her being branded on the ass. But we could see, from our vantage point, not a dream, but a reality. The vivid letter ‘A’ was clearly visible on Emm’s ass cheek, as she showed it to a blonde woman, who, to judge by the way Anne was feeling her breasts, was another of Anne’s submissive women. She was sliding her fingers down Emm’s ass-crack, and teasing her dark star hole. Emm’s moans were being muffled by the fact that she was sucking Emily’s pussy.

Sarah and I were transfixed by the erotic tableau being played out just over the sand dune.

Emily was lying back, her skirt rucked up around her waist, and her panties, had she been wearing any in the first place, were nowhere to be seen. Emm’s face was buried deep, and to judge by the look on Emily’s face, her tongue was busy doing what it did best, pussy licking. The blonde newcomer was positioned to take advantage of the fact Emm was on all fours, her ass up. Anne was like the choreographer, making sure everyone Ankara Ucuz Rus Escort fulfilled their allotted role. Her hands were on the blonde’s breasts, massaging them and making her moan.

Sarah pulled me to her.

‘I know Emm is your friend darling, but promise me you won’t get yourself too involved, you are MY Pixie, and I don’t really want to share you.’

She looked so loving, so earnest. My heart melted, as it always did when she looked at me like that. I folded myself into her loving embrace.

I could feel her heart beating. Her warm, swelling breasts, were where my face needed to be, so I snuggled into her bosom, my hands undoing some buttons on her blouse, so I could feel her bare flesh. My fingers found her nipple, underneath her lacy bra, and I played, contentedly. Her soft, low moans were all I needed to know I was pleasing my lover.

My other hand snaked down to her skirt, finding its way to the join of her thighs. Her panties were damp at the place where her pussy was beginning to moisten. I pressed, gently, but firmly, rubbing, feeling around the growing wet patch. My fingers made their way underneath the cotton fabric. Her lips were warm, swollen, and her slit was wet, gooey even. Yenimahalle Rus Escort I sighed into her bosom. She moaned a little louder.

‘Shush, darling,’ I urged, ‘we don’t want to be overheard. Shall we go back to the hotel?’

‘Bugger the hotel, Pixie, I want to cum with you, and I want it now.’

Sarah’s breath was ragged, and the more my fingers swirled into her gooey, thickening wetness, the more she began to moan into her hand, trying to stifle the noise. My fingers curled in, feeling the soft, velvet of her pussy, and then driving across the ridge, hitting her special place. She grunted, wanting to scream, but not daring to do so.

In an inspired moment, I moved my hand from her breasts and put it up my skirt, pulling my panties off, and then stuffing them into her mouth.

As she tasted my wetness, I fingered her faster, strumming her clit with my thumb. I could hear her moan into my wet panties, and as her tongue touched my wetness, she could not hold back. I felt her pussy clench my fingers, and her thighs stiffen. She bucked, thrust herself down, riding my fingers.

She came so violently that she spat my panties out.

‘Fuck, Pixie, fuck, fuck, fuck!’

I smiled at her.

‘I love you, Sarah.’

I could feel her shake, and I held her tight.

‘You are so good to me, Pixie. Let’s go back and give you your reward.’

I smiled again.

‘Darling, my reward was that — you orgasming for me. I just adore pleasing you.’

‘We’re at one in that, little Pixie. MY Pixie!’ She said it with emphasis.

She fixed her blouse, and pulled her skirt down. I retrieved my panties, and, wet with me, and her as they were, I pulled them back up.

We peered over the dune.

Emm was on her back. Anne was straddling her face, kissing the blonde woman, who was athwart Emm’s tummy. Their bare breasts were pressed together. They were pushing down on Emm. Emily was sliding a huge dildo in and out of Emm’s pussy. We had clearly tuned back in at a climactic moment.

Anne moaned loudly, gripping Emm’s face with her thighs as she came. She embraced the blonde, who was also coming, and more, as we could see liquid dripping down Emm’s side. Emm’s legs had stiffened, and she was bucking.

‘Oh, my goodness,’ I said to Sarah.

‘I doubt goodness had much to do with that, baby, though skill may well have. Anne is clearly a skilled operator.’

I agreed.

Anne pulled herself, and the blonde, off Emm. Anne was smiling, Emm was exhausted, her face glistening with the juices which coated it. The blonde was squatting over Emm, pissing onto her tits. Emily was fitting Emm with her buttplug, the jewel glittering in the sunlight.

As they adjusted themselves noisily, we slipped away. Maybe, finally, we would now use my hotel room? I certainly needed it — but not for sleep.

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