Becoming Anne Ch. 04

She felt Katrin's weight shift forward, then her fingers scratching down her back, making her gasp and arch her back, forcing herself further onto the long shaft, feeling it slide deeper inside her. Slowly, Katrin began to move her hips, sliding it in and out of her, going deeper each time, the thickness and hardness of it feeling so good inside her. She began to move to, rocking back and forth, mirroring Katrin's strokes.

Katrin's hands moved further up, first to her shoulders, then one running through her hair, grabbing it and pulling her upright, making her slide down hard onto the cock as Katrin thrust it inside her. She was losing herself in the moment now, her body moving up and down with Katrin's, her moans getting louder and louder while Katrin's hands moved down to grab at her breasts, squeezing tightly, Anne's nipples caught between her fingers, delicious bolts of pain mixing with the pleasure emanating from her sex.

"Ride it, use it, hold it back." Katrin growled into her ear as she began fucking her harder, long and heavy thrusts driving the cock deep inside her, her body shaking with each one. She couldn't respond with words, her body only capable of primeval groans and moans. She breathed deeply, trying to concentrate, to hold herself back, feeling the fire rage within her, demanding a release she knew she mustn't give until Katrin permitted. She'd never been taken like this before, never felt such raw passion and fury in sex as Katrin's pace increased.

Katrin pushed forward, leaning her weight into Anne and pushing her back down onto the bed, the different angle, giving her the chance to grab Anne's hips tightly and build up to a furious rhythm. Then one hand let go and smacked her hard across her rear, making Anne yelp with the sudden pain. Two more slaps followed, and all the time she didn't stop or slow her merciless rhythm. She slapped down hard again, this time leaving the hand there, gripping into the warm flesh with her fingers and nails, more sensation blurring Anne's senses.

"Come." Katrin growled. "Give it to me." Anne needed no further invitation, letting herself go with a long guttural moan, feeling the pleasure break all over her body, her hips bucking wildly against Katrin who kept up her rhythm for a while and then abruptly pulled out, leaving Anne feeling empty, but still climaxing. She collapsed down onto the bed for a moment, shaking and moaning, the edge of her perception just noticing Katrin moving up to the top of the bed, forcing Anne to roll over, pulling at her hair to lift her head up, placing her lips to the dark shaft between her legs.

"Clean it." Katrin said. "Taste yourself." Anne took it into her mouth, working her lips and tongue over it, filling her mouth with the overwhelming scent of her own arousal. She looked up at Katrin as she did it, saw her looking contentedly down at Anne as she worked the shaft as far into her mouth as she could, her tongue wrapping around it.

As she did that, she saw Katrin's hands move to her sides, unfastening the straps, and sliding the harness off her. She pulled the shaft from Anne's mouth, dropping it down at the side of the bed, then straddled Anne, forcing her wet sex against her mouth. Anne needed no orders to know what to do next, her tongue working eagerly to please and explore Katrin's soft folds, lost in the pleasure as Katrin ground down against her until she finally came, her body thrashing on top of Anne's.

As they both recovered, Katrin slowly moved back, but kept herself straddling Anne for a while, gazing down into her eyes as her fingers stroked through her hair, smiling softly.

"You're a very good fuck toy, Anne." She said finally. "And now my toy needs to rest so I can fuck her all day tomorrow."