One Week in the Private House by Esme Ombreux

Author:Esme Ombreux [Ombreux, Esme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Erotica
ISBN: 9780352327888
Google: C4cDAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 035232788X
Publisher: Nexus
Published: 1991-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

Maxine moaned, and collapsed to the floor, raining kisses on Jem's feet.

'OK!' Jem giggled. 'OK, you win. I'll whip your lovely big titties. Just a little bit. Now kneel properly.'

In an instant Maxine resumed her kneeling position.

'Unbuckle my belt,' Jem said. As the maid's fingers tugged at the buckle, thrills of sexual expectation coursed through Jem's body with renewed force. 'Fold it in half, Maxine. That's right. Kiss it, Maxine; it's about to kiss your breasts. How many would you like?'

Maxine, trembling with emotion, was unable to speak for a moment. She tore her lips from the loop of leather. 'Forty,' she said, thrusting the belt up towards Jem.

'Twenty will be enough for now,' Jem said, taking the belt and swinging it experimentally. 'There's always tomorrow, and the next day. Stand up!'

Maxine jumped up and spread her legs as far apart as she could without falling. She crossed her arms behind her back, pushed out her chest, and gazed steadily at Jem. Her eyes dared Jem to be merciless; only her quivering lower lip betrayed apprehension.

Jem smiled wryly. 'Never thought I'd find myself doing this kind of thing,' she said, half to herself. 'Leastways, I never thought I'd get to enjoy it. You've got the most beautiful pair I've ever seen, Maxine.' Thoughtfully, she stroked the looped leather in a W beneath the maid's breasts.

Maxine's nipples crinkled and stood out stiffly from her large pink areolas. 'Oh no, Miss,' she gasped, 'yours are much prettier. Mine are so big and fat.'

'False modesty,' Jem laughed, and swung the belt gently against the side of Maxine's left breast. The maid bit her lip, but made no other movement. Jem watched closely as the heavy bulb of flesh swung from side to side and then came to rest. A strip of fiery pink appeared where the belt had made contact, but it faded even as Jem watched. 'One,' she said, and raised her arm again.

Apart from rocking back and forth slightly, as if pushing her breasts forward to meet the belt lessened the unexpectedness of the blows. Maxine remained still and silent as Jem whipped her. Her breasts moved, though, independently of her body, as the band of leather struck them. At first Jem's blows alternated between the two pendulous orbs. She would strike at one of them three times in quick succession, from the right, from the left, and then upwards; and then she would pause to watch the trembling flesh come to rest and blush redly, before she started on the other breast.

She continued in this way until Maxine's breasts were as quivering and thoroughly pink as raspberry blancmanges, and her arm was beginning to feel tired, and Maxine was at last beginning to utter an oh\ of pain or of pleasure at each blow. Then she stopped, flexed her wrist, and moved to stand beside the maid.

'Keep very still, Maxine,' she said, although she could hardly control the tremors that shook her own body. She aimed a succession of swift,

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