Grace - Part V

here, before Grace, was the stunning heiress Sandra Bennington. Exquisite in her nudity. Like a greek statue.

Grace ran her hands lightly over every inch of Sandra's practically ivory skin. Teasing her, her and there, with her lips or her tongue. Sandra's body rocked gently beneath Grace. She let her tongue draw a line from Sandra's neck down her collar bone, and find it's way to her perfect cleavage. She pulled gently at Sandra's nipples, feeling her gasp and her chest heaving.

She bent over and took a nipple into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue. Sandra could no longer hold back, and let out a soft moan. She reached to pull Grace closer to her, but was met with the same resistance as before.

"You get only what I give you, when I give it to you, Sandra. Don't make me restrain those wandering hands of yours." She used her left hand to pin Sandra's hands above her head, still sucking on her tit, rolling her nipple gently between her teeth.

With her right hand she played with Sandra's other tit. Pinching and pulling just hard enough to elicit the reaction she wanted. Sandra was practically writhing below her now. The word, "please," was all Sandra could manage.

"Please, what?" Grace teased.

Still, just "please."

"Please, what?" Grace asked again, in a slightly more stern voice.

Grace knew exactly what she wanted. Sandra's body rocked beneath her. Grace could see the juices lubricating her shaved slit. She felt her try each time to get her pussy closer to Grace.

"Your pussy must just be aching, Sandra."

A breathy, "Yes" was all her reply.

"So, what is it you want me to do about it, Ms. Bennington."

As she said this, Grace let her fingers graze the smooth lips of Sandra's pussy. Enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. She continued to lightly brush her pussy, each time Sandra thrusting upwards to meet her hand. Hoping to get more satisfaction.

"You have to ask, Sandra."

"Please, fuck me Grace. Fuck me."

Grace let her finger slide into Sandra's slit parting her lips. Her pussy was slick with her desire. Grace let her fingers slip up and down the full length of her pussy, circling the opening and then coming back up to find her clit.

Sandra's body was now in full motion.

"Fuck me" again escaped form her heaving chest.

Sandra's pussy was now wide open, her legs spread. Grace's fingers slipped easily into her dripping pussy. She began slowly to slide them in and out. Slowly, but with power and purpose. She curved her fingers slightly until she could feel Sandra's G-Spot. She began to quicken the pace. Her fingers dripping, slid easily in and out.

Sandra's hips rose and fell to the pace. In and out. Up and down.

While still fucking Sandra's open pussy with her fingers, Grace moved her mouth down to Sandra's clit. She first licked in long strokes from top to bottom. Then suckled her clit in her mouth swirling around it with her tongue. Still her fingers sliding in and out.

She could taste how badly Sandra wanted to cum. Grace's strokes quickened until she was gently pounding in and out of her pussy, her tongue keeping pace....flicking quickly at her clit.

Grace felt Sandra's pussy clenching at her fingers. Throbbing from the inside and writhing on the outside.

"I want you to cum."

And, as if she had a choice, Sandra obeyed. Releasing every bit of pent up sexual energy into Grace's mouth. She came and came. She was insatiable. Grace almost came from the mere thrill of the control.

At last Sandra's swaying hips came to a slow, though she still would not let go of Grace's fingers. She reached up to touch Grace's face.

"That was wonderful," she said.

"Oh, but we are not done yet. I can feel it. You need more. You are a wild lioness who yearns to be tamed."

Sandra had not expected this, and was slightly taken aback.

"Come here," Grace said, pulling Sandra to her knees.

Grace stood up and circled this beautiful woman on her knees and in her power.

"On your knees is how you started this, and on your knees is how you will finish it."

Grace came up behind Sandra. She used her foot to prod at Sandra's knees, to spread them wider. Again she circled this woman, glistening in sweat, glowing in the candlelight.

She stopped in front of Sandra and began to strip off her clothes. First her top was dropped in a pile on the floor, revealing a black lace bra. Then she undid her pants, letting  her black lace thong peek out over the waist. As she slid them down to her ankles she turned enough to let Sandra have a view of her shaved pussy and her hot ass. She removed her bra, letting loose her tits. Her nipples hard. She walked up to Sandra.

"You may remove my thong," she said, "with your teeth."

Sandra did as she was told. Grabbed the seam of the thong in her teeth and pulled gently downward. She could feel the wetness of Grace's pussy on her lips. Grace stepped out of the thong.

Then, to Sandra's surprise, Grace walked around to the back of Sandra and knelt down. She reached between Sandra's legs from behind and began to once again slide her fingers up and down her slit. She pulled Sandra back into her so she could feel Grace's hard nipples pressed into her back, and her soaking pussy pressed into her ass.

Grace continued to tease and play with Sandra's clit. Arousing her again, Sandra began to move her hips in rhythm. Grace was slow though, and purposeful. She would not let Sandra have it any way but Grace's way.

Grace grabbed Sandra's long red hair in her hands and pushed her forward so that she was now bent over in front of her. She let her fingers slip into Sandra's already soaking pussy and begin to move in and out of her again. She covered her thumb in the juices that were dripping from the open slit and let it slide up to Sandra's asshole.

She thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy while circling her asshole with her slick thumb. Sandra was already pushing back into Graces hand as if she wanted nothing more than to be fucked good and hard.

"You are mine, Ms. Bennington. I have bent you to my will."

Sandra's thrusting quickened and Graces became harder.

"Tell me I own every inch of you."

"You own every inch of me," Sandra managed to get out through heavy breaths.

Grace let her thumb gently slip into Sandra's ass. Her moans became louder and deeper. Grace was now pounding in and out of Sandra, with her own dripping pussy pressed up against her. Sandra practically screamed with pleasure. For a moment Grace almost worried that someone below might hear, but knew they could never find them.

Sandra's pussy was spread wide now. She was on all fours. Grace's fingers slipping in and out of her cunt. In and out of her ass.

Grace bent over and grabbed Sandra's hair. Pulling her head back, Grace whispered in her ear, "Cum for me my little pony."

And she did. Sandra bucking just like a good little pony should, and Grace riding her as only a master jockey could. They both came in an explosion of sexual energy. They collapsed on the floor, and lay motionless for a while.

Grace was the first to get up. She slid on her thong and her bra. Pulled up her pants and buttoned down her blouse.

"You are good for me," Sandra whispered, "maybe we can do this again sometime."

"Maybe," was all Grace said, then she moved to leave. Stopping, turning back she asked, "This is our secret, right?"

"Until the day I die," said Sandra. "Otherwise I would not have brought you to the secret room. I have had many lovers, Grace. But only one other has seen this room."

"Okay, then." Grace said as she turned and left. She made her way down the hall to the nearest bathroom and washed up, then she slipped back down the rear stairs she had come up. She hoped she could exit the party unnoticed, but as she entered the ball room from the kitchen she ran smack dab into Molly.

"Where have you been?" Molly questioned.

"Nowhere, where have you been?"

"I guess I have been a bit aloof this evening. You know where I've been. I closed the deal."

"Congratulations," was all Grace could reply.

"Will you walk with me?" Molly asked.

Grace had no choice but to walk, though she knew little good could come of it. As the two exited the party, they passed Molly's mother.

Grace could not tell if Sandra was purposefully averting her attention, or if she really was as enthralled as she appeared with whatever it was Mrs. Covington could be saying.

Grace never knew her mother to be interesting in the least. A divorcee and a widow. Three perfect sons and one wild daughter. She was so civilized it made Grace cringe. She often talked of Sandra as being unfit for high society. But there she was in some deep conversation with Ms. Bennington.

The mystery would have to wait for now. She was on her way out with Molly, and Molly demanded a lot of attention.