Enslaved by History
Copyright© 2024 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Further exploration of the dark world of Edward Pembroke. The underground market for sex slavery continues to operate in the 21st century for those with money and dark hidden desires.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Crime Incest BDSM Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Spanking Torture Interracial Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Revenge Transformation Violence
Cambridge – 1996
Julia Duncan and Victoria Bennett lay entwined on the narrow bed in their cozy dorm room, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as their noses brushed against each other, their eyelashes so close they nearly touched. Outside, the distant hum of the university faded, leaving only the intimate sounds of their shared space.
Victoria’s fingers traced languidly along Julia’s curves, savoring the smoothness of her dark skin beneath her touch. “You know,” Victoria murmured, her cut-glass voice a teasing whisper, “if you were a man, you’d be Heathcliff, I think—dark, mysterious, sexy ... and maybe just a little bit evil.”
Julia’s lips curled into a smirk, her dark eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Moi? Evil?” she echoed, her working-class London accent dripping with mock innocence. She brought her fingers between Victoria’s arms, letting them dance lightly from her clavicle down the delicate line between her breasts.
Julia’s hand continued its journey, tracing the contours of Victoria’s body, gliding over her concave stomach, pausing just above the curve of her hips. She held Victoria’s gaze, her own eyes locked onto the brilliant blue of Victoria’s. With deliberate slowness, Julia’s fingers found their way between Victoria’s legs, cupping her with a possessiveness that made Victoria’s breath hitch.
As her fingers found Victoria’s warm, wet insides, Julia’s other hand tangled in Victoria’s fine blonde hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers like water. She tugged gently, pulling Victoria closer, their lips touching, their breaths mingling as their bodies pressed even closer together, their nipples rubbing against each other.
Julia smirked, her dark eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and desire. “And you’d be the wily, scheming vixen that gets the fortune,” she replied, “the one that marries the rich landowner, has his son, then burns him alive in his mansion.”
“Yeah, well, I would, wouldn’t I?” giggled Victoria. “I mean, who needs men, right?” She pressed her lips to the sensitive skin of Julia’s neck. She delighted in the way Julia’s body responded, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
“God, Victoria,” Julia murmured as Victoria’s blonde head moved lower over her breasts, gently kissing both her nipples, running her hands over Julia’s wide hips, and bringing her face against Julia’s fleshier stomach, enjoying her curves, her dark musk, and moving down between her legs as Julia opened her thighs, allowing Victoria a glimpse of her bright red petals emerging from between her black legs.
As Victoria brought her mouth close, steam seemed to rise from her sticky labia. Victoria stuck her tongue out and brought the flat of her tongue against her pussy, running it along the lips from top to bottom, delighting in the tangy taste. Her friend’s hips began to move to the same rhythm. The blonde circled her friend’s clit, then plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Julia’s vagina.
Julia was in another world. “Oh god ... Oh my god ... Oh please, Victoria,” she begged, “I’m almost there...” As her pelvis moved faster and faster, Victoria hooked her arms around Julia’s thighs and spread her labia with her fingers, pulling the hood back from her clit. She lapped at the little pink pleasure button as Julia’s hips rose off the cushion, pressing herself urgently into Victoria’s mouth.
Enormous waves of pleasure crashed over the North London girl, lifting her up, higher and higher, as it seemed every nerve ending, her very being, was at the mercy of her friend’s talented tongue. She came with a strangled cry, her hands grasping fistfuls of Victoria’s wispy blonde hair. At last, she fell back to earth, limp and exhausted.
Victoria grinned and brushed a lock of hair from Julia’s sweaty face. “Was that okay?” she asked.
“Oh my god, yes!” said Julia. “Victoria, you’re the best. I never thought the best thing about Oxford was going to be having hot lesbian sex in the afternoon!”
“You’re awesome!” Victoria said, kissing her friend, her lips wet with girl juice. “We’re going to have so much fun this summer.” The teens smiled at each other.
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