Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

Collection Plate

by Killian & Shasa
June 10th~Sept. 4th, 2002

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The Collection Plate … How it all Started … by Killian & Dweebie… June 10, 2002

(Killian wrote) --

Lady Alison, and Sweet slut Shasa.  You two write beautifully together. It is soothing, and erotic.  Thank you for allowing us to share the journey.

  Dweebie  (Shasa's cyber sub & general mayhem-maker to her master)   "Ahem... hello Killian...<blush>...Dweebie here... I'm afraid...It seems I don't have you on my list.  You know, those who bought tickets to see the show?  I certainly apologize if it's an error, but I think you might be "sharing the journey" without having paid your dues!  If you simply forgot, I'm allowed to collect...you can pay me.  The price is, as always, negotiable...you just pay what you think is deserved.  Uh, if you just forgot..."   (blush, and nervous shuffling of feet...avoiding of the eyes)

"Uh huh.  So, Dweebie,”

{Killian steps closer, brushing Dweebie's arm with her pert breast.  Dweebie squeaks.}

"So,"

{Killian plays with the rim of Dweebie's glasses.  Dweebie sputters.}

"I have to pay to share this journey.  Hmm?" 

{Killian fiddles with the buttons on Dweebie's shirt, just at the breast, not opening, just playing.  Dweebie begins to sweat.}

"Did your Mistress send you here to extract a payment from me?  Hmm?"

{Killian’s perfume makes Dweebie dizzy.  Killian must hold the sub up.}

"You do me a favor Dweeb, honey." 

{By now, Killian is holding Dweebie up against the wall, standing very very close to the sweet sub's ear.  Killian was whispering now, making Dweebie go still, just to hear her.}

"You tell your Mistress, that IF she wants a payment from me, she will have to come and Take it herself... Can you do that for me, Sweetie?"

{Dweebie slumped to the floor.  Killian looked down, with a sly grin on her innocent and saintly face.}

"I take it that is a yes?"

   (Killian)

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(Shasa) --

(knock, knock, knock)

The heavy door opened, and a surprised Killian sees Shasa for the first time in a coon's age.  But the slut doesn't have a welcoming hug for her, or a sensuous smile.  Instead, she has a displeased expression, and an incredibly red-faced cyber sub in tow.

"Killian, you either have an incredible ability to fluster Dweebie, here...or you are the most impertinent young lady I've ever met."  Shasa eyes twinkled slightly.  "Neither is a bad thing, in my eyes, mind you.  But I must know which it is." 

Shasa pulled her cyber sub forward.  "Dweebie here has been insisting that you told her, that I should come here personally and take what I want from you."  The slut cocked an inquisitive head.  "But that just doesn't sound like you, Killian.  You've always been kind and friendly, and very willing to serve...but you were also...resistive, shall we say?"  Shasa gestured to Dweebie.  "So I must conclude, that Dweebie got the message wrong."

Shasa took a silver plated object from her mortified sub, and turned to present it to Killian, before the girl could interrupt her well rehearsed speech.  "So, I've decided to pass you the collection plate.  In my village, a collection plate was used to give offerings.  Each villager made a personal decision of what they wished to give, and every gift was considered valuable, as it came from the heart of the giver."  Shasa handed the small box to Killian.  "Please keep it until you know what you wish to offer me, if anything.  Then simply return it to me."

Shasa turned away quickly, shooing Dweebie along in front of her.  The slut stopped suddenly.  "Oh, one more thing...my offering to you is inside the box.  I hope you like it."

Killian was slightly baffled by the gift and quick departure of her friend.  She took the silver plated box into her room, and opened it.  Inside was a single white rose, fresh picked.

   (Shasa)

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(Killian) --

Killian sat at her desk, with her hand to her chin, pondering.  She spied a flock of ducks from her window, swooshing down to rest en masse in the warm waters of the lake.

Winter had given way, finally, to summer, having ignored spring entirely this season.

Killian sat with the window open, to allow the fresh scent of the gardens, her gardens, to waft into the room.  The sometimes bard picked up her quill, as she contemplated how one could possibly give words to the scent of a simple rose.

Orgasmically rich.  She thought, nibbling on the end of the quill.  Killian cocked her head, and with squinting eyes, studied the white rose before her.

How did she know? Killian mused.  The dream had been hers alone, and she had not spoken of it to anyone, out of a superstition that sharing her dream would make it not come true.  Killian wanted the dream to come true. She wanted it very much.  All of it, except the trying on of the "Spank me I'm Killian" panties, and the "I heart Klancy" t-shirt. She wouldn't mind being ordered to do things for the Sailor, like slipping on something the Slut had brought to the occasion, only to have Shasa strip it off of her slowly, after her first, of many spankings.

Killian's brow furrowed.  Could Shasa have had the same dream?  How did she know about the rose?  For that matter, how HAD that rose been placed on the table, in a vase filled with water?

She looked out on the shimmering sunset, silhouetting the still snow capped Mount Tristaine, off in the distance.  She couldn't help herself.  Tears came now, as they had done ever since they found this place to call home.  The sunsets were a cacophony of color and light, reflecting magically on the water. 

The emotional bard dipped the quill in ink, and began:

Dearest Shasa,

I wish to give you my feistiness, and my fire, to tame, for one night.
I had a dream in which the one who sent me a white rose, tamed me deliciously.
To bring my fire, and have it harnessed like that, would be a dream come true.
Do you think you are up for it?
If you are, you may catch me unaware, at your leisure.

Killian

The thoughtful scribe put the quill down, and waited for the parchment to dry.  She got up, and went to get the special box.  She returned to sit at her desk.  The sunset was showing off the last fire of its colors on the horizon.  Killian thought, I feel connected to all fire. From the sun, the earth, and inside of me.  We may at times be snuffed out, yet like the phoenix, we rise from the ashes to burn again.

Killian gently folded up the parchment until it could fit comfortably in the box.  She tied it with a red ribbon, and made her way out of her room, and down the doglegged hall, to Shasa's room.  She set the box on the ground, knocked once, and then left.

Shasa answered the door.  Confused when no one appeared before her.  She looked left, and then right, seeing no one she started to close the door, thinking she had misheard.  Just as the door was almost closed, the sailor spotted the box, on the tray, on the floor, at her feet.

   (Killian)

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(Shasa) --

Shasa nodded with appreciative eyes, as she slowly turned in a circle to absorb the feel of the entire room.  Not quite perfect, but it would do.  She then turned her attention to her own reflection, making sure her choices in apparel were the most productive for the strategy she had elected. 

Her eyes moved slowly from the top of her form to the very bottom.  Red, shoulder-length, wavy hair contrasted nicely with the stark-white, over-sized blouse that, despite its actual length of mid-thigh, somehow seemed shamefully inadequate in its ability to cover the slut.  The blouse was open to her navel, where a thin black belt attempted to keep the two pieces of fabric together for a modicum of restraint.  A short, black flogger hung from the belt, it’s leather tips swaying across a naked thigh and disappearing underneath the shirttail.  And below that, black, thigh-high leather boots with deadly heels, were the only covering she allowed her long legs.  With a satisfied snicker, Shasa turned from the looking glass and left the room. 

Instinct led the huntress to her prey, who stood obliviously chatting, unaware that tonight was to be the night of pleasure for which she had freely offered herself.  Shasa’s eyes left Killian and took in the other occupants of the room, from the dark corner she had slipped into. 

The Great Hall was nearly full, housing both kindred and an interesting array of strangers.  Some were dining, but most were making full use of the bar.  Her green eyes ranked and categorized the large number of men, experience telling her who best to avoid and who would meet her needs for the evening.  Only then, did the slut fully allow her passionate desires to fill her.  When she felt pure sensuality flowing through her veins, she released herself to slowly prowl.

To say that she was noticed, would be an understatement.  The stunned silence was deafening, and the only sound heard for many heartbeats was the wicked click of her heels.  Shasa’s clothing alone invited the attentive gawking of all, but the absolute lust that emanated from her, demanded so much more. 

She walked slowly and deliberately through the room, lingering slightly as her hands contacted a shoulder here, a hip there.  One moment her blouse clung to curves and swells, and the next, it exposed her breasts either partially or fully to those lucky enough to be nearby. 

One such lucky individual dropped her jaw and her fork simultaneously.  Shasa stopped next to the stranger, smiled and wet her lips as she sized the woman up.  The young blonde could barely breathe under the intensity of the green eyes that focused on her.  Shasa moaned softly and twisted a piece of the girl’s hair in her fingers.  “It looks like you need a good…fork…that stays put ‘til your done eating.”  Then she turned, bent over slowly to give the lass a good look at her exposed backside, and retrieved the utensil. 

Suddenly a multitude of clattering kitchenware hit the floor.  The slut’s eyes sparkled in amusement.  She owned the room. 

Shasa began to bend and pick up the various items that had been carelessly dropped, giving each owner a suggestive thought for the evening.  All the while, she kept Killian in her sights.  She was the reason for this display, after all.

The first hand that reached for her was tentative.  But when the only response was a guttural moan and an encouraging wiggle of her bare buttocks against his palm, the visitor’s became bolder.  Silence gave way to hoots, and stinging slaps and pinches began to land on her ass cheeks.  Still, the slut continued—until a warrior-type grabbed Shasa by the waist, and pulled her onto his lap.  Rough fingers clamped onto a nipple, and squeezed hard.  Shasa bucked, and felt him move to her dripping cunt. 

She reacted quite naturally, really.  An elbow in the nose isn’t too extreme of a response, is it?  Shasa’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the swearing man who now held his bloodied face.  The room was silent, save for his descriptive use of language, to equate Shasa to certain anatomical parts and prostituting professionals.  Shasa bit back an angry retort, and instead replied in an even voice.  “Always ask, sir.”

Shasa turned to the remaining guests, and gave them a dazzling smile.  “Sorry, my friends,” she apologized,  “But I’m afraid this man has ended the evenings show a bit early.  I hope you all continue to enjoy your dinner and drink, and I hope you’ll not forget to visit us here again.”  Shasa then turned towards the looming form of Klancy.  “Take care of this fellow, will you, please?” 

The Courtly Butch appeared anything but Courtly, as she nodded to the sailor.  Shasa winked her assurance, and moved on to look for the eyes of her prey among the kindred who had rushed to her aid.  She saw the beautiful woman she sought, showing both signs of worry and arousal.  Shasa brushed by the others, ignoring their inquiries as to her condition, and approached Killian.

“There you are.”  Shasa purred.  “I’ve been looking for you.”  The taller slut rested her triceps on her friend’s shoulders, tangled her fingers in the long mass of hair before her, and pressed her body fully against the subs. 

Killian’s surprise was nearly enough to make her flee from Shasa’s advance, but the sailor expected this, and quickly lowered her head to kiss Killian slowly and deeply.  She continued the kiss until she felt the smaller woman relaxing, forgetting the crowded room, and yielding to the erotic stimulation her body was experiencing. 

Shasa pulled back slightly, letting her half-lidded eyes focus for several more heartbeats on Killian’s luscious lips.  The slut licked her own, and looked her friend in the eye.  Desire, thickened her voice, but Shasa enunciated her words clearly.  “Please, come upstairs with me now.  I’ve worked quite hard to prepare a special surprise, just for you.  I ask your consent, but I’ll beg you, if need be, Killian.”

The room was silent, as all watched the seductress plead for little Killian’s favor. 

   (Shasa)

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(Killian) --

I breathed in, in shallow bursts. I couldn't believe this was happening. Shasa looked more stunning, and wild than I had ever seen her before.

Her breasts brushed against mine, and my knees nearly buckled. She put her arms around me to steady me, drawing me into her.

"Killian,” She began, as she kissed my closed lid.

"I believe there is a question before you." A kiss to the other lid.

"Will you allow me to escort you to my room?" A long soft kiss to my mouth. I nearly swooned, as she held me tight against her well-muscled frame.

"Yes," I uttered. My head was full of her scent, and I wanted her to carry me up. I took stock of the situation, and decided to risk it.

"I would like you to carry me, Sailor. I am not sure my legs will hold me up for long."

She smiled, a sexy, sensual, and seductive sliding up of one side of her mouth. "Your wish is my command."

I felt her strong arms slide under my knees, and back, lifting me snuggly into her arms.

"This is nice,” she offered. "Had I known, I would have done this sooner."

I snuggled my head into her shoulder, as I watched her size up the room.

"Seems we will be leaving you, my Kindred. I hope you all had an enjoyable time. I do believe the Lady has consented to my humble request."

Groans and a few pleas were tossed out from the mesmerized crowd.

"Ah, Drinks are on me." She smiled, and I grinned slyly, excited by the turn of events.

Then we were off, up the stairs fluidly. Her sensual grace settled into me like a balm.

She kicked the door open with her foot, and carried me in. The first thing that hit me was the light. Candles were placed all over, with a roaring fire taking up the side center of the room.

Then the scent hit me. Vanilla, mixed with fresh cut roses. It was intoxicating to me.

I looked around, still safely snuggled in her arms, and noticed roses and petals on every surface in the room. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her freely.

"Shasa. Oh, Shasa. This is exquisite. Amazingly exquisite. You did all of this just for me?"

"Yes, Killian, do you not think you are worthy of such treatment?"

I tucked my head in, trying to hide my blush.

"You deserve this, and so much more. And I intend, dear heart, to give it all to you."

Shasa put me down, kissed me deeply, swatted me hard on the ass, and told me in a voice oozing sex:

"Come here Killian, I want you to pull off my boots."

As I kneeled to pull off one decadently long boot, I saw her center, pulsing, and swollen, dripping freely. I looked up, and she caught my eyes. I was pulled into her world fully. Exactly where I wanted to be.

The night was on....

   (Killian)

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(Shasa) --

Watching Killian demonstrate delight, then adorable shyness, was something Shasa saw as incredibly enchanting. But watching her eyes fill with desire was nothing short of a trip to Elysia itself. Killian was a beautiful woman, and Shasa suddenly felt the enormity of the gift she’d been given. She would make sure that Killian didn’t regret her decision.

Shasa leaned forward and stilled her friend’s hand at the top of her thigh-high boot. Her free hand weaved through Killian’s hair, to the base of her skull, and pulled the small sub into a passionate kiss. When they broke for a moment of air, Shasa growled her question. “Do you want me, Killian?”

Killian tried to ignore the etiquette of a response, and attempted to return to the kiss. Shasa dodged her lips, and instead pulled Killian tightly against her body. Killian gasped, as she was not only pressed against the slut’s nearly naked form, but Shasa had also pulled her hand into her incredibly soaked folds. Shasa held the squirming sub firmly, as this time, she groaned out her question, the need obvious in her voice. “Do you want me, Killian?”

Oh, Killian did want her—that was not truly in question! But the submissive woman was rarely submissive without a need to fight against something, someone—or perhaps it was an internal war against her own desires—whatever it was, Shasa knew that the battle would need to be fought. And this is why Killian’s lustfully emphatic answer surprised her.

“Yes, Shasa, you know I do!”

The sailor pushed Killian back slightly and stared at her in amazement. Slowly a smile replaced the look, and Shasa pulled the sub back into a searing kiss. Then they both stood. The sailor looked down into Killian’s face with adoration, and asked her next question. “Will you undress me, please?

Killian’s response was to un-cinch her belt, without hesitation, and drop it carefully to the floor. She paused and bit her lip before sliding her hands under the over-sized shirt, and slowly raising them up Shasa’s chest and around her shoulders. The slut’s nipples tightened painfully, as her shirt floated downward. Killian, whose attitude was arousing Shasa even more than her actions, looked at the floor.

“Look at me, lass.”

Killian raised her eyes, and Shasa smiled as she saw that the bashful expression had returned. She spoke to the young woman softly. “Every bit of what you see in this room is for your pleasure, Killian. That includes me, lass.” The sailor let that revelation settle within the sub, and she bit back the joy she felt, as the smaller woman’s eyes darted anxiously around the room, growing more overwhelmed by the minute.

Shasa didn’t allow the feeling to fester, though, as she pressed her naked body against Killian and gave her something else to focus on. Her head lowered and her lips sought to taste the tentative woman, who began to again lose her timidity, as the kiss deepened. The hands of the slut began to wander, gently at first, but as Killian’s tongue pushed into Shasa’s mouth, the tenderness gave way to lust. Shasa grabbed a handful of plump breast, and rolled the fabric-covered nipple between her fingers, as Killian moaned into her mouth. Shasa ended the kiss and used her free hand to pull long hair back and expose Killian’s rapidly pulsing neck to her own greedy teeth.

The breathing of both women was ragged by the time Shasa pushed Killian forcefully away. It then took all of her willpower, not to pounce back upon the woman who seemed to be having the exact same thoughts. Shasa struggled to speak. “I would like it very much…very much, Killian… if you were to remove your clothes for me.”

Killian smiled seductively, and immediately set to the task of unbuttoning her blouse as she slowly slinked back towards the slut. She locked her gaze with Shasa’s eyes, and the slut wondered where this astonishing vixen had come from. Had anyone entered the room at this moment, they would not have identified herself as the predator. But a moment later, as Killian stood gloriously naked before her, Shasa didn’t care.

The slut felt her jaw clenching and her nostrils flaring, as she tried to resist the sub that wantonly crushed her breasts against the tall sailor’s ribs, and her hot breath teased the needy nipples she found conveniently level with her lips. “I think I like your boots, Shasa…they make everything…so available.”

Shasa felt herself losing the last scrap of her self-control. Her careful planning was based on what she’d seen, assumed, and then extrapolated from Killian’s previous conduct with the slut. She’d not even slightly anticipated this kind of behavior from her! But the problem was—Shasa couldn’t decide if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

Lips closed around a nipple as a small hand slid between her thighs. Bad thing! Shasa’s mind screamed, as her body fought against the desire to cum. She had to regain control of this scenario! Action seemed her only recourse, and Shasa (out of pure necessity) did not hesitate. She grabbed Killian’s shoulders, spun her around, and took hold of her wrists. Then she pulled the stumbling sub backwards until they returned to the chair. Shasa sank into it with relief, and tried to take a moment to refocus.

The slut was not at all angry at Killian. She was shocked, yes, but pleasantly so. It was more her own inability to maintain control of the situation that was currently disgusting her. And leave it to Killian to not allow her a moment to recapture her composure! The sub had recovered from her surprise, and was now struggling to free her hands from Shasa’s grasp.

Shasa scowled. Just give me a friggin minute, Killian! However, the dear one seemed not to have the capability of reading Shasa’s thoughts, so continued to strain against the sailor’s hold. She then seemingly thought it wise to add a few expletives to accentuate her demand.

Shasa grinned. A moment later, the sub found her wrists freed of Shasa’s grasp, but now the victim of the sailor’s knot-tying ability. An extremely angry victim.

Shasa leaned forward. Her breasts rested against Killian’s shoulder blades, while her lips took up a position beside her ear. One arm snaked around the subs belly and up to fondle a breast, while her other arm draped casually over her shoulder to fondle the other. Killian stilled completely to hear the words she whispered. “I’ve never been known as ‘The Whore of the Seven Seas’, lass…but it’s quite an original title. Perhaps you were thinking of Klancy?”

As her words ended, Shasa’s hands moved. One covered the mouth she knew would have an unladylike response, while the other slid into the folds of the subs passion. Killian’s traitorous body arched and shivered violently, rocking with the motion of the slut, yet her mouth spewed muffled venom, interrupted only by the need for the release of guttural sounds.

Shasa chuckled low in her ear, and again her captive quieted to hear her words. “Killian, love…I couldn’t help it! You nearly made me cum from just touching me once…and I have so much planned for this evening! Now how could I allow that, hmm?”

Calm garble emerged from the lovely throat, and as curiosity overtook the slut, she moved her hand away from Killian’s luscious lips to hear the words. Challenging eyes glared at her, and Killian’s voice was rasping, yet she managed to enunciate her words clearly. “You think I need my hands to make you cum?”

Shasa’s brows raised and she smiled at the defiant woman. “I was hoping you didn’t, love.” Shasa’s sensuous voice danced, as she swirled her fingers one last time around Killian’s engorged clit. Shasa then turned the sub around to face her, and sat with knees spread wide. The evidence of the slut’s excitement could be seen from cunt to clit, the slickness extending down her thighs, to the tops of her boots. “I do want you, Killian. Do you still want me?”

The rapid rise and fall of the captive’s chest, her greedy eyes, flared nostrils, and clenched jaw, all screamed, “Yes” to Shasa’s question. Yet Killian’s chin rose stubbornly, and she answered coldly. “I thought you said everything, including YOU, was for my pleasure tonight.”

“I did, and it is.”

Killian did her best to sneer.

“Are you telling me that you are not feeling pleasure?” Shasa’s eyes narrowed and she scooted back in her chair, crossing her legs. “Answer with care, Killian.”

“Is it for my pleasure, that my hands are tied?”

Shasa grinned. “No, lass. Apparently, it’s for my safety. But I’d bet that you’re deriving at least a little bit of pleasure from it.” She paused before uncrossing her legs and adding, “If that’s your only complaint, I think you’ll survive the night, love.”

The slut slowly slid forward and firmly clasped the base of Killian’s skull, pulling her head forward to forceful lips and an invading tongue. She abruptly ended the kiss to observe the fading resolve of her friend. “Just as that gave you pleasure, and so does this.” Shasa roughly twisted pert nipples. “And you will receive pleasure from pleasuring me—on my terms.”

Before Killian could think of a clever retort, she found herself draped over Shasa’s lap, and on the receiving end of the first of many stinging slaps to her ass. “And I know this gives you pleasure, but it will also tell me when you’re ready to accept my terms.” Shasa landed the second strike. “Just remember to yell out when you’ve had enough.” Shasa cheerfully reminded her.

Then she became lost in the feel of the struggling naked woman on the hot slickness of her thighs, the perfect round ass beneath her palm, and the glorious sound of Killian’s cries.

   (Shasa)

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(Killian) --

Killian struggled with her bindings, as Shasa heated her core by way of her sweet, and now red ass. The Slut enjoyed the art of Killian's flesh. She enjoyed touching, taming, and claiming all the nuances of her friend. Shasa held Killian tightly in her grip, and wailed away, as the younger woman showed her how inventive that charming mouth could truly be.

"Any time you want to agree to my terms, this will stop." Shasa sang with an amused grin. She secretly hoped Killian would not give up soon, for she did like to fuck a well-heated ass. Loved it in fact.

"You and that 'Sensual Sailor' bullshit won't get me so easy. I have my principles." Killian shouted through gritting teeth.

Shasa gave a hearty laugh, and proceeded to increase the spanking, while she slipped her left hand down into a very swollen bud.

Killian bucked in earnest, trying to resist the talented elegant fingers probing her folds.

"Ah, Killian," the slut leaned down to whisper into the sweating subs ear. "I think your body is betraying you darling. Your body loves this, and wants nothing more than to play with me all night. Diving into my precious ocean. Finding riches there you have never dreamed of. Do you want that Killian?"

Just then, Shasa slid deeply in with two fingers and began a sensual pumping. Killian was unable to speak. The saucy lass closed her eyes and moaned deeply into the fingers that were pumping in rhythm with the spanking.

Killian slipped into that place of rare exquisite grace, feeling so inside her emotions that nothing else existed for her. She trusted very few to take her to this place, and still fewer knew the magic it took. Shasa was one of those people.

A quiet murmur came out of the enchanted sub. "Sailor, let me live in this place, and I will do whatever you ask of me."

Killian didn't open her eyes, her breathing had grown quite shallow. All of her sizable energy was transported to this place of spiritual bliss. Killian was 'In the zone.'

Shasa kept up the fucking of her friend, and eased up a bit on the spanking. A knowing smile came over her face, as she imagined what this news meant for the rest of their night. The Slut looked around the candlelit room, taking in a waft of vanilla, and lavender. The sailor smiled.

She had created this room to transport Killian into another dimension, but hadn't really believed the little feisty woman capable of this much depth.

Oh how wrong she was. Shasa vowed that this night, would be for Killian, one that she would never forget.

"I accept your terms, lass. And Killian, no, you may not cum."

   (Killian)

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(Shasa) --

Shasa stopped striking Killian. Her fingers continued to slowly thrust inside the beautiful sub’s center, and her other hand began to gently rub the well-heated globes of the raised ass on her lap. Killian moaned quietly, her hips moving subtly with the rhythm.

The slut felt her eyes close as she immersed herself in the energy coming from her friend. Sensual intoxication. Desire. Trust. Yielding. Peace. Her own breath caught, and she felt her head loll on the delicious waves. Shasa gave herself over to the erotic high.

Piercing green eyes opened wide, accompanied by a gasp of surprise--which quickly changed to a loud groan of pleasure. Killian was no longer on the sailor’s lap, but was now between her knees. Where the last few moments had gone, Shasa didn’t know. But as the blonde head lowered, and a hot, wet tongue again pushed within her folds--Shasa didn’t care.

The slut opened herself wide to Killian’s ministrations; her head fell back as she whispered, “Show me love, lass.” The talented tongue swirled within the abundant juice before circling the pulsing bud that plainly showed its need.

Shasa moaned loudly, “Killian.” Slightly glazed eyes met her own. Shasa gently but quickly detached from the lass, moved around her and untied her hands. “You’ll be needing these, dear one.”

Shasa then took a dark silk scarf and tied it over Killian’s eyes. “But you’ll not need these for the next few moments.” Shasa wrapped her arms around the small sub and kissed her deeply. She then whispered in her ear, “Trust your other senses, love. Feel me, smell me, taste me, and hear how well you pleasure me.”

Shasa hoisted herself in the chair, threw her thighs over the wooden arms, and gripped the sturdy wood with strong hands. Her sacred womanhood swayed freely in the air. She then arched her back, which thrust her naked sex towards the blonde’s face. Killian now had complete and easy access to the slut--she just didn’t know it yet.

“Killian, I know you can smell my desire. Touch me. Use your hands to see what I offer you. Then taste me.”

Hands reached out and contacted the slut. Fingers slowly ran up her thigh-high boots until they touched flesh, and then they explored her thighs. Running fingertips along Shasa’s thighs caused pleasing sounds and spasms, and Killian found herself lingering. But moving just a bit further brought even greater pleasure. She scraped her nails across the unprotected ass of the sailor, and then gripped them as she moved to taste the sailor again.

“Killian,” Shasa whispered, loving the sound of the name as it rolled off her lusty lips.

“Hmmm?”

The vibration of Killian’s lips on her clit nearly caused the slut to climax. “Take me however you like, lass. I will stay in this position until you have given me three orgasms. The only rule is that you must remain blindfolded, and you must not cum yourself. Do you understand me, love?”

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The End - 'Collection Plate' - by Killian & Shasa

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