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Hong Kong 1980.... WRAC Barracks. nnIn a steam-thick Hong Kong office, Lieutenant Barbara Cartwright and her lesbian Mistress, a local Chinese lesbian Prostitute, 'Mistress Elizabeth' Chang, share a fiercely intimate encounter marked by secretive longing and raw desire. Caught between duty and temptation, Barbara wrestles with what Elizabeth’s visit truly means...?nnnnLesbianism was taboo.........nn nnThe humid Hong Kong night pressed against the windows of Barbara’s office, the air thick with the scent of salt and opium. Her tailored WRAC uniform shirt hung open to her waist, revealing a hint of her bare skin, as she leaned against the desk, her green eyes distant, her posture still sharp despite the hour. Outside, the silhouettes of her soldiers drifted toward the alleyway, their unbuttoned shirts fluttering like flags of surrender to the night’s temptations. The opium den’s glow beckoned, but before Barbara could dwell on their disappearance, the door slid open silently.nnElizabeth Chang stepped in, her silk dress clinging to her slender frame, the scent of Givenchy Amirage trailing behind her like a promise. Her jet-black hair spilled wildly around her face, and her brown eyes locked onto Barbara’s with a hunger that was both familiar and electric. Without a word, Elizabeth closed the distance, her fingers brushing the edge of Barbara’s open shirt, pulling it wider to expose her entirely. Barbara’s breath hitched as Elizabeth’s lips pressed against her collarbone, her hands roaming down to the waistband of Barbara’s skirt, yanking it down her hips to pool at her feet. Barbara’s polished black heels remained in place, absurdly formal against her bare skin.nnnnElizabeth knelt, her mouth tracing a path down Barbara’s stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Barbara’s absent panties—as always, she wore none—and pulled her closer. “You’re already wet for me,” Elizabeth murmured, her breath hot against Barbara’s core. Barbara’s hands tangled in Elizabeth’s hair, pulling her closer as she gasped, her body arching off the desk. nnnnElizabeth’s lips parted, her tongue delving deep into Barbara’s throbbing cunt, her fingers pressing firmly against her clit. Barbara’s moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, as Elizabeth fucked her with her mouth, her tongue relentless, her fingers circling Barbara’s entrance before sliding inside, pumping in time with her rhythm.nnnn“Oh... Oh, M-Mistress .... P-Please, don’t stop,” Barbara groaned, her voice thick with need. Her legs trembled, her heels slipping as she bucked against Elizabeth’s face, her juices dripping down the courtesan’s chin. Elizabeth’s mouth was a tempest, her tongue a weapon of pleasure, and Barbara was helpless against the onslaught. The room spun with the scent of their desire, the humidity clinging to their skin like a second layer. nnnnElizabeth’s fingers moved faster, her tongue flicking, sucking, and teasing until Barbara’s body was a taut wire, ready to snap.nnnnElizabeth pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, her dress slipping off one shoulder as she stood. Her eyes smoldered with satisfaction, her breath coming in short gasps. She unbuttoned her own dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her bare body, her nipples tight with desire. Her skin gleamed in the dim light, a canvas of honey and shadow. She straddled Barbara’s face, grinding her wet cunt against Barbara’s mouth, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. nnnn“Eat me......” she commanded, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Barbara’s spine.nnnnBarbara obeyed without hesitation, her tongue plunging into Elizabeth’s dripping pussy, her fingers hooking into her thighs as she feasted. nnnnElizabeth’s taste was intoxicating, a mix of musk and sweetness that made Barbara’s head spin. She lapped eagerly, her tongue tracing every fold, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh of Elizabeth’s thighs. The room was a symphony of wet sounds—tongues sliding, skin slapping against skin, and desperate breaths. Elizabeth’s hands tangled in Barbara’s hair, guiding her movements as she fucked her face, her body trembling on the edge of release.nnnn“I’m close,” Elizabeth warned, her voice breaking. Barbara sucked harder, her tongue flicking Elizabeth’s clit with precision, her mouth working feverishly. Elizabeth’s body arched, her back bowing as she came, her juices flooding Barbara’s mouth. Her cries were sharp and unrestrained, echoing off the walls of the office. Barbara drank her in, savoring the taste of her release, her own body buzzing with the thrill of giving such pleasure.nnElizabeth collapsed onto Barbara, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, their breaths syncing as they caught their breath. Elizabeth’s weight was warm and comforting, her skin soft against Barbara’s. She leaned up, kissing Barbara deeply, her taste lingering on both their tongues. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they shared, however fleeting.nnnnElizabeth pulled away, her eyes soft but distant, as she began to dress, her movements deliberate, her perfume lingering in the air. Barbara sat up, her uniform in disarray, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. Her skin felt electric, every nerve ending alive and throbbing. Elizabeth paused at the door, her hand on the handle, her gaze lingering on Barbara. “Until next time,” she said, her voice a whisper before she slipped into the night, leaving Barbara alone with the hum of the city and the echo of her own ragged breaths.nnnnBarbara stared at the empty doorway, her hand resting on her still-throbbing cunt, the weight of the moment settling in her chest. The barracks felt emptier now, the moonlight colder, as she wondered if this was just another night or something more. Elizabeth was a tempest, a force of nature that left destruction in her wake, but Barbara couldn’t deny the pull she felt, the way her body ached for more. She sighed, her fingers tracing the faint scar on her cheek, a reminder of a different kind of battle. The night was far from over, but for now, she was alone with her thoughts, her desire, and the lingering scent of Givenchy Amirage.
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