Sarah's Playmates by Virginia Wade Read Free Book Online

man.”
    “Off. Now!” Her tone was low and
threatening.
    “Oh, fine.” I lifted the nightgown over my
head, tossing it on the floor. “Are you happy?”
    “Where are you hiding your valuables?”
    “Nowhere, as you can see.”
    “Those breasts are sinful, Miss.”
    “Really?”
    “You’re committing several crimes with
those.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest, laughing,
“You don’t say.”
    “I’ll have to examine you thoroughly to find
what I’m looking for. Lay on the bed.”
    “I’m being robbed! Help!”
    Isabelle’s eyes flew wide. “Shush! Not so
loud!” Her regular voice had returned. “The servants will come
running.” Laughter filled the room. The situation was ridiculous,
yet highly diverting. She cleared her throat. “Now, do as I ask,
and no one will get hurt.”
    I lay on the bed, my legs dangling off the
end. “Oh, fine. Search me, you filthy bandit.”
    Isabelle approached, a hint of a smile
playing around her lips. “You’re not scared enough of me, I’m
afraid. I better rectify that.”
    “I have the strength of the Lord to fortify
me. I fear nothing with Him on my side.” A peal of laughter escaped
Millie.
    “You’ll be screaming His name when I’m done
with you.” I trembled and buzzed everywhere. It felt as if all my
nerve endings had risen, saluting her. The slight breeze from the
partially open window hardened my nipples, the pink buds pointing
upwards. She leaned over me, her face half hidden by the hat.
“What’s your name?”
    “S-Sarah.”
    “You’re a pretty virgin.” She thought for a
moment. “Are you a virgin?”
    “I think…so.”
    “Why the hesitation?”
    “I’m not sure.”
    “You ever have a penis in you?”
    “No, ma’am, I mean, sir.”
    “Then you’re a virgin.”
    “I guess I am.”
    “Do you touch yourself?”
    “That’s none of your business.” The gun was
pointed at me. I trembled slightly, thinking that, if it were
loaded, it would indeed be dangerous. “I…might’ve.”
    “I see.” She placed the weapon on the bed.
“I’ll need to search you, Miss. Now, you lay nice and still for me,
and no one will get hurt.”
    “But…w-what’s your name?”
    Isabelle smiled. “I’m Brack Corbett. At your
service.”
    “You are a scoundrel,” I breathed.
    “You don’t know the half.” I felt flushed
from my waist up, the heat searing me. Dampness registered in my
pussy, and, as she leaned over me, I began to shiver. Her hand was
on my belly. “You’re quivering.”
    “Only my husband should touch me.” My voice
was hardly above a whisper.
    “He ain’t here to recue you.” She tossed the
hat to the floor. Her hair was held back in a ponytail. “Now then.
I’m gonna have to check every nook and cranny for those jewels. You
better not move.”
    Thinking of her as the lusty train robber had
an unusual effect on me. I vibrated with arousal, my nerve endings
screaming with the possibility of pleasure. Her hand was on my
tummy, and the gentleness of the touch had me arching my back
slightly, thrusting my breasts out, the milky globes spilling
across my ribcage. Millie sat in a chair, not more than five feet
away; her amusement was tempered with interest.
    “You’re lovely,” breathed Isabelle. She’d
used her own voice. “I should be jealous.” Our eyes met, and
passion flared. “There’s something so beautiful about the female
body. It’s a shame to have to hide all of this under layers and
layers of clothes.” She grasped my breasts, pressing them together.
“I’m gonna have to check these carefully, ma’am,” she rasped in her
play voice. “These look suspicious.”
    She rubbed her face against my burning flesh,
her tongue flicking over a nipple. “Oh!” I nearly sprang off the
bed from the feel of my firm little buds in her mouth. My eyes
rolled into my head, my mouth opening, as my lips formed an O. I
gratefully succumbed to what was happening to me. Her face was
soft, so unlike how the bandit had