together again, but with the ticking of the clock loud in her ears, Grace roughly pushed them apart and reached up, caressing Laura’s hips with one hand while swirling the tip of the brush round and round her needy, damp clitoris. Almost immediately, with a loud despairing cry, Laura’s body went into a spasm as her climax flooded through her.
Watching Laura, and imagining only too well how she must feel, Grace was shocked to realize that she was becoming aroused herself. Giving the other girl such pleasure had made her own body feel heavy, and the stimulation of her vulva by the carpet was increasing her excitement.
Quickly she got up and moved across to Amy. Approaching the other girl she saw that Amy’s top lip was already beaded with sweat and her chest showed the pink flush of sexual arousal. Grace knew then that her decision to work on Laura first had been right.
“Laura, you only lasted fifteen minutes,” said Andrew, his voice breaking the silence in the room. “Hopefully you can do better, Amy.”
The tension in Amy’s body increased, and Grace realized she could use that to her advantage. Swiftly she massaged Amy’s breasts and body in the same way as she had Laura’s, but when she parted her thighs and opened her up, her own fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and shameful excitement, she saw that Amy still wasn’t as aroused as her twin had been at this stage.
Again she repeated the previous pattern, letting her finger brush against the side of the as yet relatively small clitoris, but Amy was still nowhere near an orgasm.
Grace tried to put herself in Amy’s position, working out what would work better, as she was obviously controlling her well-trained body with every ounce of willpower she possessed. After a pause, Grace knew what she had to do, but wasn’t sure she could make herself do it. Before her initiation into the Dining Club she could never have imagined herself making love to another woman, but she had no choice if she wanted to pass this part of the trial.
Holding Amy open with her hands, she buried her head between her thighs and let her tongue do the work, running it softly up and down the increasingly wet flesh, then swirled it around the now rapidly swelling clitoris. Amy was breathing heavily by this time, and Grace sensed that it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed.
“Only five minutes to go,” said Andrew.
Grace realized that hearing his words, Amy had let her guard down. Quickly she drew the sensitive clitoris into her mouth and sucked on it very lightly. This delicate pressure on the mass of highly aroused nerve endings caught Amy by surprise and with a protesting cry of “No!” her whole body convulsed. The wide strap fastening her to the pole dug deeply into her tender flesh as she doubled forward.
Watching Amy’s pleasure spill, and hearing her tiny cries of delight mixed with frustration, Grace realized she was close to an orgasm too. Quickly she started to get up, but the soft carpet brushed against her open, damp vulva as she moved and her body trembled as the hot pleasure engulfed her.
Andrew released the twins, and glanced down at Grace, appreciation and admiration in his brown eyes. “You clearly enjoyed yourself too,” he said with a half-smile.
“Make the most of it,” said Amber, leading a downcast Amy out of the door. “I trust you enjoy this evening as much. Being hooded and bound isn’t to everyone’s taste.”
Suddenly the room was silent. The clock had stopped, the twins, Andrew and Amber had left and Grace was alone with David. “What does she mean?” she asked fearfully.
“She shouldn’t have said anything,” replied David, looking down at her sitting on the soft carpet. “You have no idea how exciting that was for me. I’ve never wanted you as much as I do at this moment,” he added, his voice thick with passion. “At least you’re mine until dinner, and I know exactly what I’m going to do with you.” His eyes were