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🕑 Added 2022-09-07 23:00:00 +0000 UTCYolanda didn’t care if Courtney fucked her from her pussy to her mouth. She’d do anything not to feel any more of those pliers. She pulled, tugged, thrashed about madly, sucking on Courtney’s cock with tightly clenched vaginal muscles until her entire groin burned with exhausted soreness.
“I think she’s got it now, Court. I think she gets what it is to be a really good sub!” Barbara laughed, thoroughly enjoying how aware Yolanda was of her place in their sexual hierarchy. “Just a little faster now, Montez. Show us how much you’re enjoying yourself!”
Yolanda put everything she had into doing just that, using every ounce of strength her body could manage. Her entire body ached with exhaustion, but she knew she had to keep going. Already Barbara was playing those terrible pliers along her cleavage, warning her of the consequences should she slack off.
“I’m a good girl, aren’t I?” Yolanda asked, her eyes glassy with fear, but her words charged with excitement. “I’m showing you what a good sub I am, right?”
“Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t,” Barbara teased. “Let’s hear you thank us Whitmores for fucking you so good, just like you’d expect Courtney to be grateful. Tell us how you can’t wait to eat our asses and suck us off and go through your entire day thinking about how to be a good little bitch for us."
“I love that big cock Court has,” Yolanda began, the words flowing easily to her mouth. The threat of the pliers, as their cold metal singed her left nipple, actually distracted her, making her stutter. Otherwise she found it easy to find every word Barbara wanted to hear. “I want to lick your dick and kiss your ass and, no, wait, Barbara, don’t, God, don’t--!”
A hot burst of pain exploded in her tit, making Yolanda flinch and then buck. Every convulsion impaled her pussy on Courtney’s strap-on, further obstructing her words behind raw-throated groans.
“Really mean it, Yolanda. Make me feel it. You can’t just repeat after me. I want it with emotion. Now try again. Say what you’d like to hear from Courtney.”
“Oh God, oh God!” Yolanda wondered if she’d ever be able to find whatever Barbara’s sadism yearned for. “I want to tongue your ass, you—I want to kiss your feet and suck on your toes and come for you, Jesus, fuck me, fuck me right now like the dirty whore I am! Why do you want to hear me talk when my pussy and my ass are yours!?”
To Yolanda’s enormous relief, Barbara withdrew the pliers. In that relief, the ecstasy of how good what Courtney was doing to her rolled into her awareness like a summer storm. She snapped her head back with a loud moan, her body sticky and glistening with sweat, every cell in her alive with sensation.
“Very good, little girl,” Barbara crooned. “But don’t just say it. Use that teenage body and show us how devoted you are to your Whitmore mistresses.”
Yolanda redoubled her efforts; feeling, knowing that every drop of strength in her body was at work pleasing Courtney. Pleasing Barbara. Did it mean she was doing a good job that the strap-on felt like a bar of iron inside her cunt, that it felt like it was throbbing?
Any moment that lively pulse inside its shaft had to burst with cum. It didn’t matter that it was a specialized dildo; it felt like it was a living thing, a living thing that would react with her own passion as surely as two chemicals would make an explosion.
“Here,” Barbara said, sticking out her right foot until it was at Yolanda’s face. “You wanted to kiss our feet? You can get started now. It’s not like Courtney’s gonna stop fucking you anytime soon…”
Without even considering the sheen of sweat on Barbara’s foot, Yolanda took three toes into her mouth. Her tongue darted over them, washing them of their pollution. Barbara waited for her to do a thorough job; such a thorough job that she took her foot away with a string of saliva. Then she offered her left foot. Yolanda kissed and licked until it was clean.
“I know you know how good this is, you sweet little bitch. How intoxicating.” Barbara reached up and put her hands behind her head, relaxing into the long, languid stroke that Yolanda’s tongue made up the length of her foot. “It’s nice for you too, I know. This is what Courtney feels. Only it’s even more powerful, even more potent. You’re a switch, but she’s a pure bottom right down to the soles of her feet. You’re going to take good care of her from now on, aren’t you? You’re going to give her the mistress she needs. And just this once, you’re going to feel what it’s like to be a cum dumpster like she is.”
With those last few words, Yolanda felt Courtney’s strap-on jerk inside her, then explode into luscious heat. Wetness boiled into her with such fervor that she almost thought it might be molten lava burning through her.
“OHHHH!” she cried, feeling her pain suddenly flicker into extravagant rapture.
Courtney kept fucking her, the emission lubricating the passage, speeding it into a friction that propelled her relief into a tremendous orgasm. Yolanda moaned leisurely and went limp, the ropes pulling hard on her sagging weight.
“You’re not done yet,” Barbara cooed to her, patting Courtney’s ass as her daughter jerked her ass hard into Yolanda’s reeling body. “Still a little more to take in…”
Courtney fucked in more of what passed for cum with such an advanced dildo, then stumbled back, her chest heaving with satisfaction. Barbara wrapped an arm around her and Courtney gratefully slumped against her ramrod-straight body.
Yolanda felt a final wave of gratification. It was over. She’d made it. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to manage such a thing again. Or if anything would ever feel as ecstatic to her. But then she remembered how good it was to master Courtney—how much Courtney Whitmore enjoyed being her bitch. Far beyond how Yolanda could ever enjoy such a thing.
Yolanda knew she’d have to make Courtney feel all the rapture that she’d felt.
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Be_Be
The delicious sleaze continues!
