A Gentlemen's Agreement by Ashley Zacharias Read Free Book Online

what you do when you have to piss real bad and you tighten your muscles to stop yourself. Do that.”
    Nickel’s face contorted for a
minute. “Okay,” she said. “I can do that.” She stuck two fingers on her left
hand into Irene and kept the fingers on her right hand inside herself. “Squeeze
me.”
    Irene did.
    Nickel concentrated again. Then
she frowned. She withdrew her fingers from herself but kept her left hand
fingers inside Irene. “What can you do? Just squeeze?”
    Irene began massaging her fingers,
up and down, and from side to side.
    Nickel looked amazed. “How long
can you keep that up?”
    “Long enough to make a man come
from the massage alone. Half an hour if I have to.”
    “And a man comes from that alone?”
    “Neither one of us has to move a
muscle. He can lie flat on his back and I can mount him and we both stay
motionless while I get him off. Except not all men can keep themselves
motionless. A lot of them start bucking against me. It makes it harder for me
to concentrate, but it doesn’t matter. By the time they get to that state,
they’re about ready to come and I don’t have to massage them much more.”
    All the time that Irene was
talking she kept massaging Nickel’s fingers. She had developed an amazing
amount of control.
    Her breathing was quickening from
the stimulation that she was giving herself. She tilted her hips slightly so
that Nickel’s fingers were pressing against the magic spot on the front wall of
her vagina.
    “It’s good for me, too,” she said.
“When I’m stimulating a man this way, I stimulate myself. I can–“ She
gasped involuntarily when Nickel’s fingers twitched a little inside her. “–I
can push my most sensitive area–“ She gasped again. Nickel was
stimulating her deliberately now. “– against the man’s–“ Another movement of Nickel’s fingers, this time a
stroke. And another. “– parts .” She lost her ability
to speak as her breath was now coming in deep gasps.
    She redoubled her efforts to
squeeze herself against Nickel’s strong caresses deep inside her.
    Nickel was looking at her with a
clinical expression.
    It had been so long since Irene had been stimulated by another person . She didn’t care
that it was a woman’s fingers instead of a man’s cock. She wanted to come so
badly.
    In another minute, she came so
well. She groaned as her cunt began contracting involuntarily around Nickel’s
fingers. Fluids were flowing so freely that they were running over Nickel’s
wrist and down her forearm.
    Irene howled in pleasure. “God,
that feels good. Oh, God. Yes! God!”
    She could barely keep to her feet.
She grabbed Nickel’s shoulders to support herself while she came and came.
    Nickel, mercifully, never stopped
massaging her cunt, but coaxed her into the best orgasm that she had had in
weeks.
    When her cunt finally stopped
contracting, Nickel withdrew her hand and Irene collapsed slowly to the floor
in front of her.
    “Damned impressive,” Nickel said.
“Now, get out of my cell.”
    Irene crawled a few feet to the
door and then used the knob to pull herself up. She staggered to her own cell,
twenty feet down the hallway, and collapsed on her cot.
    She was half unconscious, floating
in bliss, when she heard Tamarind and Cherry returning to their
own cells.
    They were giggling uncontrollably
and squealing about Lord Snow being a wild savage. Apparently
in the best possible way.
    Irene could take credit for that,
too.

 
    * * *

 
    “Say one word and I’ll have my whiphand gag you.” Lord Snow glowered at Irene.
    She kept her mouth shut and her
eyes lowered. It was bad enough to have to come to the pleasure room in a
housedress rather than naked. It would be worse if she had to be gagged, too.
    “Now, I’m going to talk and you’re
going to listen. Got that?”
    She nodded silently.
    “Good. I’m going to change things
a little around here. I’m giving you a job.”
    She raised her eyes to look at him
but