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🕑 Added 2022-01-14 19:00:01 +0000 UTCFelicia felt the pressure of Peter’s bloated balls smacking against the underside of her breasts. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it. She sucked in breath and made herself lick the tip of Peter’s cock until her neck muscles gave out. Then her head banged down on the much abused mattress.
She was exhausted from the fucking and the repeated intensity of her rapture. She felt Mary Jane licking all over her breasts. The familiar stirrings of lust boiled inside her and Felicia laughed at herself for responding so ably. Peter really had her number…
Mary Jane’s lips worked passionately against first her left nipple, then her right nipple. They were teased and sucked and kissed and nibbled. Then Mary Jane bit down so hard that Felicia thought she would draw blood. She only knew it didn’t happen because her breasts were so sensitive now she would’ve definitely felt blood oozing down one’s contours. Mary Jane was only tantalizing her—she wasn’t as good at it as Peter, but she didn’t have to be when Felicia was so tender and aroused.
Mary Jane’s tongue pressed Felicia’s hardened, burgeoning nipple down into the lush flesh that held it, drilling it into the softness of Felicia’s breast until she could feel Felicia’s racing heart through the little nubbin. When Mary Jane pulled back, leaving Felicia’s breasts completely alone, Felicia felt deserted. She felt empty, being used by only Peter but not the redhead.
Mary Jane had to admit she loved licking Felicia’s breasts. They were splendid on her own, and the fact that it was another woman made it almost like masturbating. It made her wish that someone would tend to her nipples the way she was toying with Felicia’s. It wouldn’t take long before Peter’s attention turned from Felicia to her, she imagined; then her nipples would get all the stimulation they could handle.
For now, Mary Jane decided to enjoy this experience as much as she could. She slid her tongue down between Felicia’s tits to Peter’s cock. Every time he fucked into Felicia’s cleavage he now dragged his shaft across MJ’s tongue. She wiggled her tongue while Peter ran his cock over it, teasing him the same way she’d just worked Felicia to a frenzy.
“Shit, can’t take much more of this!” Peter groaned. “You ladies don’t know how it gets to a guy—those big tits and that fucking tongue… nnnhh, you make me so crazy I can’t do anything but fuck you!”
He rutted harder, jiggling Felicia’s receptive breasts like she was bouncing on a trampoline. Felicia felt the friction of his pistoning cock between her tits grow. Peter felt Mary Jane’s tongue lave his shaft with saliva, making it easy for him to pump all the way into the valley between Felicia’s mammaries, fast and hard like he was trying to bruise his balls against her body.
“Here’s why you have to be good bitches for daddy… here’s your reward,” Peter grunted, his entire body flushing red. “Here’s my cum, you filthy sluts!”
Blindfolded, Mary Jane couldn’t see the eruption of cum he pumped into Felicia’s face, but she could hear it audibly sloshing over all of Felicia’s features, even feel the heat of it warm her face like a bright summer sun. Peter looked at Mary Jane’s gaping awe and it gave his second fountain of cum even more intensity. He kept spurting for what seemed like an eternity, until Felicia’s face was entirely covered, blindfold, gag, and all.
“Clean it up, you dirty cunt,” he moaned, shoving his spent cock into Mary Jane’s mouth. She suckled obediently and to reward her, he took off her blindfold.
Her eyes immediately slid to Felicia, trembling with need as Peter’s massive load dripped from her. Blind and muzzled, the cat burglar couldn’t taste or even see all the cum she could feel overloading her face, dripping onto her breasts and sticking in her hair.
Mary Jane savored the sight of Felicia at that apex of deprived, debauched passion—even knowing Peter would release her soon and let her fully enjoy her own reward. The redhead licked and sucked and wished she could’ve had her mouth on Peter’s cock when it blew. But the sight of Felicia being overwhelmed from his cum, yet barred from fully enjoying it, seemed even better than actually tasting Peter’s salty seed herself.
She had put the whore in her place, even while completely degrading herself. They’d both gotten to enjoy being Peter’s bitches, just two of the many ways they could be dominated by him, and even though she’d just been fucked, Mary Jane couldn’t wait to find out what else Peter planned to do with his two slutty slaves.
***
Twenty-four hours was enough to bring perspective, or at least second-guessing. As much as she’d enjoyed herself, Mary Jane found herself unable to believe what had happened. It all seemed like some dark, delicious fantasy—divorced from reality—not something from her memory, but an imagining from her deepest subconscious.
But it had happened. Peter had tied her up, blindfolded her, and made Felicia eat her pussy. She’d gone down on Felicia. Peter’d had them gagged and bound, catering to his every whim, and they’d both gotten off on it; it was some of the best sex Mary Jane had ever had.
But was that reason enough to become Peter’s slave? He’d made no bones about that being what he wanted. Her and Felicia, both his chattel. It was insane! Even more insane that she’d enjoyed it, delighted in it, she and Felicia. Did Mary Jane really want more? Could she even take more?
