Miss Judith's Girls

Chapter One

Chapter One

Hannah was lying naked on her back on Mrs Carrington’s sofa. Mrs Carrington, still wearing her clothes, and her black high-heels, straddled her, looking towards Hannah’s feet, then, hitching up her skirt, slowly lowered herself onto Hannah’s face. Hannah felt the expensive silk knickers rubbing against her; Mrs Carrington settled herself so that the cheeks of her ass pressed down on either side of Hannah’s nose, and the gusset of the knickers bore down hard on Hannah’s mouth. Mrs Carrington was a big woman, not overweight but well-built, and Hannah struggled to breathe. The air she managed to gasp in was scented, both with Mrs Carrington’s own natural odours, as well as a faint suggestion of some costly fragrance. Mrs Carrington reached down and grasped Hannah’s n*****s with her fingers and thumbs. She had a strong grip and she pinched and twisted the n*****s until Hannah was forced into a muffled squeak of resistance. Mrs Carrington laughed. She began to rock to and fro, grinding her crotch against Hannah’s mouth. After a minute or two she pulled her knickers to one side so that Hannah’s lips were directly touching Mrs Carrington’s p***y, and her c**t was being pushed into Hannah’s mouth. She got a taste of Mrs Carrington’s flavour, tart and pungent. Mrs Carrington pinched Hannah’s n*****s even harder, but just before Hannah felt she must makes a supreme effort to escape the pain, Mrs Carrington gave a cry and began to thrash about. Her hips shook with the ecstasy of orgasm, thus allowing Hannah to suck in several gulps of air. At last Mrs Carrington was still.

“Good,” she said. She got off Hannah and stood up, adjusting her underwear and smoothing down her skirt. She went over to the little table beside the sofa and poured out two glasses of wine. She came back and handed one to Hannah. Then she sat down on the sofa, just beside the girl, and, with a delicate, even affectionate, gesture, leaned forward to sweep the hair back from Hannah’s face.

“You’re a pretty girl,” she said, “and you know how to have s*x. Which, I must say, not all girls like you do.”

Hannah wondered exactly what was meant by “girls like you”. She presumed girls who were sent by Miss Judith. Hannah said nothing but smiled in gratitude for the comment. Clients were requested to send a brief report after the appointment. If favourable it helped one stay in Miss Judith’s good books, always a desirable outcome.