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Commanded And Conquered update
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 22:00:03 +0000 UTCNatasha grabbed Tanya’s tousled blonde hair and pulled her head back, straddling her face. Tanya thought she was to eat Natasha’s pussy, but then she saw Natasha rubbing her own aroused cunt in front of her and realized what was going to happen.
“No! Don’t!” she gasped, but already Natasha was coming, her ejaculate gushing from her sex and spraying all over Tanya’s face. Tanya closed her mouth with a moan, trying to refuse the bittersweet taste even as it inundated her senses.
“Drink it, cyka!” Natasha barked at her, slashing the leather belt at the other end of Tanya’s bound body.
The lash brought Tanya’s orgasm back up into the stratosphere. She moaned, her body electric with lust even as she still tried to refuse the flood of juices from Natasha’s snatch.
“Open your mouth!” Natasha demanded, reddening Tanya’s ass with the belt again.
Tanya tried to hold in her screaming, but she needed to breathe as much as she needed to cry out. Her mind jittered, still half lost in sensation and debauchery—unable to hold onto her refusal, her focus wandered into thoughts of pleasing Natasha, doing what she said. She opened her mouth, sucking in breath while taking the stream of Natasha’s juices in.
The moment the cream hit her taste buds, she tried to spew it back out, but she couldn’t get rid of it all with Natasha holding her head in place, still ejecting her cream into Tanya’s face. Tanya had to drink, had to felt the belt coating her ass with welts. She came, shuddering with lascivious disgust, a whorish feeling, her mouth full of another woman’s lust.
“Swallow!” Natasha cried, whipping her ass harder. She truly was enjoying what she was doing to Tanya—it was obvious in how much she was coming, pouring her cream into Tanya’s grimacing face.
Her grip on Tanya’s golden hair tightened and she pushed her snatch even closer to Tanya, coming all over her every lovely feature. Tanya came too with the belt soundly marking her flesh. She drank Natasha’s cream.
The ejaculation slowed and Tanya was able to gasp for air, the hateful taste all over her mouth, dripping across her vision, pungent in every breath. It was not unpleasant, but Tanya didn’t know if that was because Natasha’s juices were truly appetizing or because she’d been broken so thoroughly that she was practically conditioned to accept them.
Natasha relaxed her grip on Tanya’s hair, but still held onto it—now she gave Tanya’s scalp a fond pet. As though by coming on Tanya’s face, she’d made the commando her property, and now she would take good, thoughtful care of her new toy.
“Now eat pussy,” Natasha said, giving Tanya’s hair a firm stroke—telling her she could choose not to put her mouth at Natasha’s slit, but the Russian would just force her to go where she refused to. But she could… say Da…
It didn’t matter to Tanya. She let her lips run across Natasha’s pussy, licking and kissing as the belt lazily swished against her ass, keeping up a pleasing rhythm that chiseled her pleasure to a razor-sharpness.
She felt another cock penetrating into her. It was Ilya and once he’d seated himself, he slammed his cock inside her, forcing her to take him to the hilt all in one thrust. Tanya gurgled lustfully, rocking against the stool she was bound to, crying as she ate Natasha’s sex. But the pumping cock inside her was making her desire impossible to ignore, giving her too much lust not to delight in this.
“Yes, be a good fucktoy!” Ilya growled, hauling Tanya up into the air in his passion. Natasha shoved her head back down while her comrade plunged into Tanya’s cunt.
Then Natasha whipped the belt under Tanya’s body, across the naked cleavage crammed against the seat of the stool, and Tanya fell into a pit of depraved feeling deeper than anything she’d ever experienced.
Her whole body seethed. Her cunt spasmed in continuous ecstasy at Ilya’s phallic strokes and she devoured Natasha’s pussy with frantic need, slaving over soft female flesh, covering her tongue in its taste.
“Blyat, however good her ass was, this pussy must be better!” Ilya cried, grabbing the toned muscles of Tanya’s thighs and pulling them tight as he fucked her. His prick twitched in Tanya’s sex while pistoning through her, rubbing against the convulsions of her inner walls. “Da, whip her again, Natasha! Her cunt goes crazy for it!”
Natasha laughed and did as he’d asked, sending another bolt of delicious agony through Tanya.
“I know how much she likes this. I’ll make her crawl around on the floor, begging for it!” And Natasha moaned with satisfaction, feeling Tanya’s tongue dutifully pleasing her cunt, her pubic thatch slicked down and gleaming in the light that made it past Tanya’s bobbing head. “That’s good! Oooh, that is good!
She tightened her clasp on Tanya’s hair and pulled her blonde head up from her pussy. Natasha grinned wickedly down at her dripping face.
“Now make my ass feel good,” she ordered, and turned around, shucking off her shorts altogether to present her bare, luscious buttocks to Tanya’s glazed eyes.
Tanya moaned, body jerking with each thrust Ilya’s prick gave her, every dull whack the belt made across her buttocks. In a haze, she pushed her face into Natasha’s sweeping asscheeks.
Natasha murmured in contentment, letting go of Tanya’s hair as the blonde willingly dove in for the kiss Natasha wanted. “Da! Lick me there like good girl!” she cooed, glad she was facing away from Tanya.
She wouldn’t want her new fucktoy to get a big head from the smile Natasha wore—showing how pleased she was that Tanya was doing as she was told.
Tanya ran her tongue up the cleft of Natasha’s ass, body shuddering as Ilya continued fucking her, as the belt continued to lick her own ass. Her head was full of clouds, her mind helplessly stranded in a dense fog of sensation and urge—all she could think to do was wiggle her tongue into the tight little ring of Natasha’s asshole.
“Yessss!” Natasha mewled, reaching behind herself to grab Tanya by the hair and force her face deeper between her buttocks. The blonde moaned with willingness as Natasha dominated her. “Da, suck my ass, cyka!”
Tears ran down Tanya’s face. There was no more mascara around her eyes to ruin—the saltine simply added to the mess of runny make-up that eclipsed her ruddy cheeks. Her cunt was spasming on Ilya’s prick, her ass trembling with pain and ecstasy.
“Uuurrrhh!” Ilya groaned, his cock buried so deep in Tanya’s pussy that every inch of his shaft was caressed when her inner walls convulsed. He pumped his length in and out of her, knob pushing deep into Tanya’s spasming folds. “Da, real good!”
She was so tensed, her nerves so shot, that she came the next time the belt crashed into her buttocks. She heaved and licked at Natasha’s anus, barely knowing what she was doing, only that it would have her keep enjoying what she was experiencing, experiencing what she was enjoying.
Ilya pulled harder on her thighs, but his hands slipped off the copious sweat that lathered her bare skin. It felt like he was touching pure lust to hold Tanya, to fuck her.
Natasha threw her head back, enjoying an orgasm at Tanya’s slaving tongue. The leather belt hung limp in her hand. Tanya moaned disagreeably—without the steady assault of the belt adding pain to her pleasure, her own churning climax faded a little from her feral awareness. She couldn’t burn hot enough for its pleasures with just Ilya’s prick in her cunt and Natasha’s pussy in her face.
“I know, dear, I know,” Natasha cooed sympathetically. She gave Tanya another, much harder lash—the blonde screamed with new arousal. “Your needs are so simple, but you need so much of it…”
The next thrust from Ilya felt like an orgasm all by itself…
“Tell us again how much you want it,” Natasha crooned, whipping Tanya again.
But Tanya could only groan and shake, not think—her body feeling and accepting, but only moving to jerk with the thrusts and tastes her ravagers gave her. She licked deep into Natasha’s ass, feeling the tight hold convulse and tighten around her tongue.
“Ooohhh, da, do it, bring me off!” Natasha moaned, pushing her ass as far as she could into Tanya’s face. “Eat my ass, cyka, eat all my ass!”
