Sylvie's Story

Part 3

“Come sit on my lap, now,” she told Sylvie. Samson let go of her arm and allowed his hand to brush past hers. “Let me show you something,” she told him and began working on Sylvie immediately, fingering her nipples through her blouse, breathing on and biting at her ear and neck, then kissing her deeply as she pulled up her skirt and reached into her panties. Feeling how wet she was, she rolled them down and pulled them off her, making her stretch out her legs as she moved her hands down them. Sylvie was most excited when she was watched, and especially enjoyed to display how submissive she was, how much she would allow her mistress to do to her.

After rubbing her for a short time, she stopped and reached over to the table, grabbing the courgette which she wielded as a sword.

“I saw the way that you were looking at it. Don't think that escaped my notice. I want you to take this as far as it can go,” she ordered Sylvie who inhaled sharply and held in her breath. “Relax, you need your muscles loose if you're going to do this.” She repositioned Sylvie so that she had her stomach on her knees, and she pressed the fruit against her outer lips. It was cool, refreshing even. Then, she parted them through force alone and pushed it inside her. Sylvie gasped at the way that it stung to be stretched so wide, but then she began breathing rhythmically to allow herself to open up to it though she felt a sharp pain in her cervix at around nine inches in, and she screamed and thrashed as Giulia tried to press more in.

“As far as it can go, right?” Giulia asked Sylvie. With tears in her eyes, she nodded. “That's alright, girl, you did very well. See, Samson, this is what you do to women. Don't you see? You rip them apart. Do you still want this?” She taunted him as she began moving it in and out of Sylvie. When it started to feel warmer and opened her wider, she found that she could take more length. She was being brought close to climax though she had just begun. She made eye contact with Samson, looked up from the base of his cock to its tip, which pointed out his face, one pained with desire. It was only natural for it to hurt at first, but it started feeling incredible after a while. He just winced.

“Listen, I want you to squeeze down as hard as you can and hold it for a few seconds,” she ordered, and Sylvie did as told, holding in her breath as she flexed her muscles and pressed them. Then Giulia withdrew it completely, leaving her feeling empty and slightly disappointed, and she turned her head to watch the way that she felt its shape and inspected the creamy substance which filled in the bas-relief. Then, she flicked her tongue against the tip. A powerful wave ran through Sylvie, making her shudder.

“Now, up on the table,” she commanded, and Sylvie went up on hands and knees, followed by her mistress. She expected more of the same treatment, but Giulia merely sat back with her hands splayed out behind her. “Try putting it inside me, now.”

“Are you sure that you can?”

“It's not your place to question me like that. I know my limits.” Giulia's face darkened. Sylvie chose to penetrate her with the same end that had been inside her so that their fluids could mingle. That was sex, after all, and she felt that it would bring them closer. Gingerly, she pushed it against the opening, thinking that she might change her mind at any moment, but seeing that Giulia seemed impatient, she pushed it in softly up to the point where it had been in her, then she began pumping it slowly in and out.

“Deeper,” Giulia commanded, so she gave it a test and found that she was able to fit it deep inside, up to a place where she would have thought her organs would be. It must have pushed through her cervix, and that pain should have shown on her face, but it didn't There was something else there instead, a sort of shy nervousness flickering back between angry determination.