MJ Williamz - Forbidden Passions, page 2
“Kathleen Prentiss!” Della said. “A lady has no place in business.”
“But Miss Staples enjoys it. Maybe I would too.”
“I’m not the type of woman your mother would like you to grow up to become. She has plans for you to meet some nice man and marry him, not work alongside one.”
“What if I keep myself occupied while you see to your business?”
“Kathleen,” Della interjected. “How dare you suggest gallivanting about New Orleans without accompaniment? I’ll not hear of such a thing.”
“You’re being so unfair. I’m a grown woman now. I just want to have some fun and you never let me.”
“What if I promise to take you to New Orleans another time?” Corrine heard herself say.
“Fine. But what am I supposed to do today? I declare, you two are conspiring to make my life miserable.” She stormed out of the room.
“I’m afraid I must apologize again for her behavior. I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
“She seems to have a lot of anger inside. Maybe I’m an easy target because, after a five-year absence, I’m almost a stranger to her.”
“That’s still no excuse.”
“I appreciate what you’re saying, Della, but I’m willing to give the girl some leeway.”
“And I appreciate that, but I won’t tolerate her behaving so unladylike and being rude to my guest.”
Corrine took a sip of the rich chicory roast. Della’s words hit home. She was a guest in Della’s home and had no right to think about her daughter in such an unsavory fashion.
“Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take my leave. Which horse did you say I could borrow?”
“The roan is the one Theodore used to take to town. He’s steady and sure and won’t shy around the traffic and crowds.”
Corrine took her books and cut through the kitchen and across the expansive lawn to get to the stables. She was loading the saddlebags when Katie showed up dressed in a dark green riding habit.
“I still wish you’d take me with you,” she said.
Corrine involuntarily looked her up and down. The bodice accentuated her full breasts, while the skirt showed off her trim hips.
“You heard your mother.” It came out harsher than she’d meant it.
“I did, but if you told her you wanted to take me, I’m sure she’d allow it.”
If she knew how I wanted to take you, she’d kick me out of her house, Corrine mused.
“I’m a guest in your mother’s house, Katie. I must abide by her wishes as surely as you.”
“What if I just happen to follow you?” Katie said, lovingly stroking the neck of the roan.
She was less than a foot away from Corrine, and Corrine was having a hard time concentrating.
“If you were to do that, I’d simply turn around and come back. And then neither of us would be successful, would we?”
Katie locked her hands behind her hips and stepped closer to Corrine. “You don’t like me much, do you?”
Corrine stumbled as she hurriedly stepped back from the approaching breasts. “Now that’s not fair, Katie. You know you’ve always been special to me.”
“That was when I was a child. I don’t think you like the woman I’ve become.”
“We haven’t had a lot of time together since I’ve arrived, but I find you to be an interesting woman.”
“If you took me to town with you, we’d be spending time together, and you might find that I’m more than simply interesting.”
“I promise you I will take you to town. Just not today. Please understand that I simply must not allow you to accompany me.”
“Fine, I’ll go for a ride by myself.” She walked away, leaving Corrine fairly salivating at the sight of her tight ass.
Corrine mounted the roan and urged him on to a quick pace as she escaped the hotbed of the stables. Shaking all over, she needed to get as far away from Katie as possible. Katie had no idea what she was doing to her, and Corrine wanted nothing more than to show her how she had begun to feel about her.
But that would be wrong, she thought as she tried to get her mind off Katie. The rubbing of her swollen clit against her trousers as she rode did little to assuage the need that was almost at a boiling point.
Thirty minutes later, Corrine pulled her horse up in front of a vast Spanish-style house. It was painted a light yellow and had dark green trim. The curtains were drawn on the main window, but the sound of piano tunes and laughter floated on the air. She glanced up and saw several attractive young women on the widow’s walk above.
She tied the roan and climbed the steps. She took a moment to straighten her jacket and slacks, then wiped her face with a handkerchief. It was already warm, and she had worked up a sweat on the ride in.
Deciding she was ready, she knocked on the door in a pattern she had learned years ago. A girl younger even than Katie answered the door.
“Is Miss Cantrall in?” Corrine asked.
The young girl opened the door and let Corrine in. “May I tell her who’s calling?”
“It’s Corrine Staples.”
The girl showed Corrine to an anteroom that was blocked off from the rest of the house. The French doors that led to the living room also had curtains drawn, but Corrine couldn’t help but hear the raucous group on the other side.
“If you’ll have a seat”—the girl motioned to a loveseat—“I’ll tell Miss Cantrall you’re here.”
Corrine had barely sat down when in bustled a plump older blonde wearing a long pink dress. Her face bore more makeup than Corrine remembered, but she reminded herself it had been five years since she’d been there. Miss Cantrall approached her with her arms open wide.
“Corrine! My Lord, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” She held her to her ample bosom that threatened to break loose from its confining bodice. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been good, Miss Cantrall. I see the years have treated you kindly.”
“Oh, you are too sweet. But I must say you are cutting as handsome a figure as ever. Did Shirley offer you a drink?”
“She did not, but not to worry. I didn’t come here to drink.”
“I’d imagine not. I’m sorry to tell you that Margaret moved on a couple of years ago, but we have some new girls, and I’m sure you’ll find them to your liking.”
“And they’ll be fine that I’m a woman?”
“I wouldn’t suggest them otherwise, my dear. Now let me think who’s here today. We have a lovely redhead named Catherine that I highly recommend.”
Corrine smiled at the irony. “She sounds perfect.”
“Upstairs or downstairs or does it matter?”
“Downstairs, please, as I am sorely in need of a bath.”
Miss Cantrall threw open the French doors and stood perusing the room until her gaze fell on a voluptuous redhead who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She beckoned her with a crooked finger.
The woman stood at the entrance of the anteroom, both examining and being examined by Corrine. She had light red hair that hung to the middle of her back and had been brushed until it shone. Her large breasts were barely contained in the bodice of her green satin dress. Corrine thought if Catherine moved slightly in the wrong manner, her nipples would surely be exposed. Her face was colored lightly, just enough to accentuate her beauty, rather than having to hide her age.
Corrine stood and extended a hand. “So nice to meet you, Kathleen.”
“It’s Catherine,” the woman corrected her kindly as she placed her hand in Corrine’s.
“I apologize. I shall not make that mistake again.” Corrine bent and kissed Catherine’s knuckles.
“Aren’t you the gentlewoman?” Catherine said.
Corrine smiled.
“I’ll leave you two alone now,” Miss Cantrall said. “Room four is open and will have a hot bath if you two don’t mind visiting for a bit.”
Corrine motioned to the loveseat. “Please.”
“After you,” Catherine said.
Corrine sat and Catherine sat in her lap and placed her arm around Corrine’s shoulders.
Corrine snaked her arm around Catherine’s waist and pulled her tight. She was enjoying the soft breasts so close to her face.
“Is this your first trip to Miss Cantrall’s?” Catherine asked.
“Oh, no. I’ve been coming here for years.”
“Strange that we haven’t met.”
“I live in Baton Rouge. I haven’t been to New Orleans in five years.”
“That would explain it. What brings you to our fine city today?”
“I’m staying with friends nearby. I had the need of your services, though, so here I am.”
“Well, I hope you’ll find everything to your satisfaction.”
“I have no doubt everything will be just fine.” She smiled and traced her finger along the tops of Catherine’s breasts.
Shirley appeared in the doorway. “Your bath is ready.”
Catherine stood and Corrine followed her down the hallway to a bedroom with a four-poster bed and a large claw-foot tub set off to the side. There were two straight back chairs, both red to match the red quilt on the bed and the deep red curtains.
Catherine began unbuttoning Corrine’s shirt. Corrine stood still, watching Catherine’s deft fingers work. Once her shirt and undershirt were removed, Catherine dropped to her knees and unbuttoned Corrine’s trousers. Corrine stepped out of them, and Catherine placed her cheek on Corrine’s inner thigh.
“It’s always such a treat to have a woman customer.” She gazed at Corrine’s core between her legs. She moved closer, but Corrine stopped her.
“I am very much in need of a bath.”
She climbed into the oversized tub and sank to her chin in bubbles.
“May I help you bathe?” Catherine asked.
“In due time. For now, I’d like you to undress for me. Slowly.”
Catherine untied the bodice of her gown and slid it down her arms, leaving her breasts bare.
Corrine felt a stirring deep within as she looked at the large, pale mounds with the hard pink nipples.
“Very nice,” she said. “Show me how you like to have them played with.”
Catherine never took her gaze from Corrine’s eyes as she pinched the base of her nipples, then slid her fingers to their tips and twisted. Corrine’s focus never left the tits.
“I’d like you to continue undressing now.”
Catherine stepped out of the dress and her hoops until she stood in only her bloomers.
“Are you aroused yet?” Corrine asked.
Catherine swallowed and nodded.
“Take those off and hand them to me.”
Catherine did as instructed. Corrine held the damp crotch of the bloomers to her nose. “You are quite aroused. And you smell divine.”
Corrine tossed the bloomers to one side and stared at the naked goddess on display. Her own cunt was wet, and she couldn’t wait to take the luscious Catherine. She continued to allow her gaze to roam all over Catherine until she began to squirm.
“What’s wrong?” Corrine asked. “Is it not all right for me to admire the body I am paying for?”
“Your stare is so intense.”
“I find you quite beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to have a look at you.”
Catherine did as she was told, and it was all Corrine could do to remain in the tub. Her heart was racing and her clit throbbing. The sight of Catherine’s slick cunt was almost more than she could stand.
“Touch yourself. Dip your fingers inside.”
Catherine’s eyes closed halfway as she followed the instructions.
“Now come here.”
Catherine stepped over to the tub and Corrine grabbed her wrist. She raised Catherine’s hand to her mouth and sucked greedily on her coated fingers.
“Join me in the tub.”
As Catherine stood with one foot in the tub and one on the floor, Corrine slid her hand up Catherine’s leg. She ran her fingers over her clit.
Catherine stood still, her eyes closed.
“Come on. Sit down facing me.”
Once Catherine was seated, Corrine slipped her fingers into Catherine’s mouth. It was Catherine’s turn to suck greedily.
“Oh my, you do know how to suck, don’t you?”
“Comes with the job.” Catherine smiled.
Corrine leaned forward and put her hand behind Catherine’s neck, pulling her close. She lowered her mouth to Catherine’s and kissed her hard. There was no need for the pretense of tenderness. She was there to fuck, and that’s what Catherine was paid to do.
As their tongues moved over each other and Corrine’s passion burned out of control, Kathleen’s face appeared in Corrine’s mind. She sat back abruptly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Corrine tried to lose the image in her head. “I just needed some air after that kiss.”
Catherine got on her knees and leaned her breasts into Corrine’s. “Let’s pick up where we left off.”
Corrine kissed her deeply and didn’t care if visions of Kathleen returned. She’d love to be in the tub with her, and while she’d never act on it, she certainly couldn’t deny it.
She ran her hands through Catherine’s hair and kept her close. “I think it’s time you wash me,” Corrine said when they broke for air again.
Corrine turned in the tub while Catherine fished the washrag out of the water. She closed her eyes as Catherine slowly and deliberately rubbed circles on her back. She drew in her breath as Catherine dragged the cloth along her neck, allowing trickles of water to escape forward to tease her chest and drip off her sensitive nipples.
Satisfied that her back was clean, Corrine turned around and lay back for Catherine to continue her ministrations.
Catherine started at her neckline and slowly drew the rag downward. Corrine gasped when Catherine lifted her small breasts and took her time washing under them. Volcanic heat shot through her when Catherine pinched each erect nipple and twisted gently.
Corrine closed her eyes as Catherine’s mouth replaced the washrag, and she sucked and tugged on first one nipple, then the other. She struggled to maintain her composure when she felt the rough rag on her turgid clit.
She pulled Catherine to her and kissed her again as she felt soapy fingers inside her hot cunt.
She broke the kiss. “I do believe I’m clean. You may get out. Dry yourself slowly for me.”
Catherine grabbed a large towel and stepped out of the tub. She took her time rubbing the towel over her large breasts as Corrine looked on appreciatively.
“Place your foot here as you dry between your legs.” Corrine patted the side of the tub.
Catherine did as she was instructed and rubbed her folds and clit while Corrine watched. She dropped her towel when she was dry and reached for another one. She held it open for Corrine to step into. Corrine kissed Catherine as she wrapped the towel around her and dried her back. She fondled Catherine’s breasts and ran her thumbs over the nipples, loving how they reacted to her touch.
Catherine stepped back and dried Corrine’s front, then slid the towel between her legs and wiped the soapy water off. She dropped to her knees and placed her face between Corrine’s legs.
Corrine helped her to stand and saw the pout on her face. “I want to spend forever down there,” said Catherine.
Corrine kissed her, running her tongue into Catherine’s mouth and tasting her own arousal. She was light-headed when the kiss ended.
“Go lie on the bed. Keep your legs open.”
Catherine lay on her back, her head on the pillows, knees bent and legs spread.
“Very nice. You have a beautiful twat.”
She climbed over the foot of the bed and kissed Catherine’s plump thighs. She pressed her chest against Catherine’s wet folds and slid along it as she trailed kisses up her soft belly to her full breasts. She suckled one nipple and then the other while she kneaded and caressed the soft mounds.
She moved her hand lower, over the slippery clit that stood begging for attention, and into the waiting wetness. She plunged three fingers inside as deep as they would go, then pulled them out. She thrust them in again. Once more, she withdrew them.
Corrine propped herself on an elbow and watched Catherine’s face as she fucked her. She smiled as Catherine’s eyes flew open with each rough entry, then pleaded with hers as she withdrew her hand.
Corrine drove four fingers inside the hot cunt and twisted them around before taking them out again. Once more, she pushed into her and left them in, thrusting harder and harder with each stroke.
Corrine slid her wet hand out and moved between Catherine’s legs.
“Hold your knees back.”
Catherine grabbed her knees and pulled them back. Corrine slipped her whole hand inside the gaping cunt. She made a fist and inserted it deep inside Catherine.
“Oh, fuck! That feels good!”
“You like that, huh? I figured a good whore could take what I give.”
She buried her arm past her wrist and twisted it again. The tight walls were pressing in on her, crushing her hand, but she knew the pressure she was giving was much stronger. She continued to gently punch Catherine’s internal pleasure zone over and over until her juices were running down her arm.
“Yes!” Catherine screamed. “Please give it to me.”
Corrine could no longer ignore the pink pearl that stuck out from under its hood. She rubbed it as hard as she could with her left thumb while she continued to fuck Catherine with her fist.
Catherine’s head thrashed on the pillows as she continued to hold her legs back and leave herself open for Corrine. Corrine pulled her hand out and placed it in Catherine’s mouth, gagging her while she continued to rub her clit.
“Do you taste good?”
Catherine nodded, her mouth still full. Her whole body began to shake as Corrine continued to rub her clit. She stilled briefly then shuddered in release.
Corrine removed her hand from Catherine’s mouth and pinched her clit before lying on her back. Her whole body was on fire, her own clit throbbing after such an intense fuck.
Catherine leaned in to kiss her, but Corrine placed her hand on top of Catherine’s head and forced her between her legs.
