Pixie Pt. 01 Ch. 17: Ekaterina

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I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat out another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. Her face, marked as it was by the evidence of Ekaterina’s passion, glowed with an inner satisfaction. I realised that Emm had found her way to harbour. The storm of the last days had ended. However strange it seemed to me, this new state was the submissive Nirvana Emm had always sought.

Happy as I was for her, I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. She had her hand on my thigh, and several times slid it up my skirt. Before my sudden passion for Sarah, I should have been only too happy to have obliged; now I declined. It came to me that the storm of the last days had brought me, too, to my safe haven. What did they say, “marry in haste and repent at leisure?” We would have to see. In any event, I kept my panties on!

As the audience rose in acclamation. I swiftly explained to Ekaterina that I had a post-concert party to attend, with my girlfriend. She seemed cool. ‘Just be finished by two when my helicopter flies back to London. You and your girl can have a lift.’

That was, I later learned, typical of her. An imperiousness combined with an instinct to help, was one of her distinguishing characteristics. Ivana took my phone and typed in the number I would need. I looked at Emm, her make-up smeared by her earlier activities, smelling strongly of Oligarch, but smiling blissfully.

‘Please come, tiny tits.’

She was only that direct when aroused. I could see that Ekaterina was all she had desired. I kissed her. I could taste Ekaterina, who smiled.

I dashed back to the studio, where Sarah was packing her things.

‘All okay, darling? You look flustered.’

She kissed me.

‘You taste of cunt. What have you been up to, you little tart?’

Protesting my innocence, I explained what had happened.

‘Fuck, bursa escort Pixie, I leave you for an hour and you end up shagging some Oligarch.’

When I protested that was not fair, she laughed, said she knew but could not resist teasing me, and hugged me. She called me her little tartlet, and dragged me off the the party.

As the series had been a huge success, everyone, even the Maestro, was in high good humour. We toasted him, the Ensemble, and the crew. He thanked Sarah for her incisive comments, and then, to my surprise, proposed a toast to her and myself, ‘ The happy couple.’

The second violinist, whom I had noticed lingering close to Sophie, looked pissed off, and I could see her muttering to her neighbour. There are times when being able to lip-read is not a good thing, and this was one, as I caught the words:

‘Fucking midget, what does she see in her?’

Well, I let Sarah reply to the toast, accustomed as she was to public speaking, and cuddled up with her afterwards.

About one o’clock, with the party beginning to die down, I asked Sarah if she fancied flying back; she did.

I phoned the number. Ivana said a car would collect us at one forty-five.

It took me no time to pack; I never would get to sleep in that bed.

I settled the bill. The Receptionist smiled, ‘The Chambermaid says to thank you for being her easiest guest.’

At that moment, with me blushing, Sarah hove into view, and as her bill was settled by the BBC, she was ready in a jiffy.

‘I saw that blush. What happened, did you leave your dildo behind?’

Laughing, I made her giggle when I told her about the bed I had never slept in. As I turned, hand in had with her, I realised that there was something I had left behind, forever, and that was my old, rather lonely self. I squeezed Sarah’s hand, and we smiled at each other in that annoying way loved-up couples do; at least it had annoyed me, but now I was half of one, it felt different.

A tall uniformed Chauffeuse strode into the Reception area.

‘Miss bursa escort Poppet?’

I nodded, Sarah giggled again.

‘Come with me.’

We did.

We held hands in the back of the Merc.

After about ten minutes we were at a private helipad.

Our bags were ferried to the helicopter. Inside were Ivana, Emm and Ekaterina. I introduced Sarah, who seemed to go down well; I gripped her hand tightly. She smiled, and squeezed back, reassuringly.

The flight was smooth, and relatively short. Within the hour we landed on the roof of a tall tower block. Our bags were ferried off, and we were shown into a luxurious suite.

Ekaterina held the floor.

‘You will all sleep. But first a ceremony. Ivana, the instrument.’

Ivana brought a rod and a container.

‘Emm, all fours, panties down, ass up.’

Ekaterina and Ivana had never seen Emm’s peach-like bum, and were duly impressed. Emm was in a trance, her eyes shining. She lowered her silk panties, bent as instructed, and her ass looked perfect.

Ekaterina was handed a packet by Ivana and drew from it a golden object. It was a butt-plug with an diamond tip, on the head was an “E.” Ivana parted Emm’s ass-cheeks and then spat on Emm’s asshole; we were invited to join in, and did so. With Emm’s ass lubed by copious dollops of saliva, Ekaterina thrust the plug into Emm, who moaned. Ekaterina smiled:

‘Now, slut, you are mine. I shall have that brand removed and replaced with one of my devising. Kiss my feet.’

Emm shuffled round, and from behind I could see her cunt was glistening. As she licked the expensive leather of the Oligarch’s shoes, she grew wetter. Ivana pulled aside her skirt to reveal an enormous strap-on, she she proceeded to plunge into Emm as she licked the shoes.

Sarah gripped my hand, as I did hers.

Ivana’s eyes were wide with lust.

Emm’s head was on the floor, her haunches raised. As Ivana slammed into her, Ekaterina issued a command:

‘Cum, slut!’

Emm came, bursa eskort copiously, lost in the fulfilment of her dream.

Ekaterina pulled away as Ivana pulled out.

‘Panties up and clean the strappy.’

Emm pulled them up, then crawled to Ivana purring.

‘Thank you, Mistress.’

She proceeded to clean the girl-cock.

Ekaterina smiled.

‘You are with me tonight.’

She left us with Ivana, who was clearly very aroused.

‘I don’t suppose?’ She began.

‘You don’t suppose right,’ I replied. I wanted only Sarah.

Ivana had a maid show us to our room. It was equipped with all we could want. But we wanted only each other.

Exhausted, we stripped and cuddled up in bed.

‘Fuck, Pixie, that was hot, make me cum.’

Always willing to oblige, I dived between her thighs, and began to pleasure her.

Her cunt was already aroused. I nibbled along each swollen lip, licking the sensitive spot between thigh and lip, before tonguing her wet hole. Sliding my tongue through her petals to penetration, my nose rubbed against her clit. I lapped at her, long and slow. I felt her hands on my hair, as she pushed me into her cunt. I knew her urgency. I pushed her clit back, then sucked it forward, sliding three fingers into her wetness. As I tapped that special spot, my teeth grazed her swollen clit. I felt her tense. My fingers were gripped by her cunt. She soaked my face as she came.

She pulled me up.

‘You know just what I need. Do you need, baby?’

‘I need just you, and sleep.’

It was true, and as we cuddled up, her warm body next to mine, her heartbeat steadying as she drifted into a deep sleep, I reflected on the events of the past few days.

Emm’s “dream,” and indeed her wildest fantasies, had come to pass, and I had seen from her eyes that she was not only deep in subspace with Ekaterina, but that another emotion was involved; Emm had fallen for Ekaterina.

As I wondered how she could do that so quickly, I smiled at my own unconscious hypocrisy. Who was I to talk? For the past few days I’d behaved like a total slut. The thought made me blush and made me wet, but I saw now that it was like one of those summer storms, violent and noisy; now it was gone. As my eyes closed, I reached out and touched my darling. Home safe!

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