I enjoyed the sensation of my slave cleaning me off for a bit, but had other nastier plans.
I maneuvered The Hussy and I on the bed. I sat with my back against the pillows and head board with my arms and legs around The Hussy, pulling her back against my chest, but pinning her hands behind her by my stomach. I began to massage her breasts and nipples.
I used my legs to pin hers open, pulling them back, giving Cynthia an obscene view of The Hussy’s freshly fucked cunt. She stared down at if for a moment then up to me.
“Oh for fucks sake,” I said, enjoying the feel of The Hussy’s small but perky breasts in my hands. They were so different than Cynthia’s much larger chest. “You know exactly what I am expecting of you, she knows exactly what I’m expecting of you, and I know for a fact that you’ve been expecting this from the first moment.”
“Sir,” Cynthia said, but I knew her well enough to tell that she was planning to be flippant. “I didn’t expect that you’d take it . . . I mean I will of course . . . Just”
“Bull fucking shit,” I said. “You arranged this, you made sure that The Hussy was tested and safe, you made sure she was on the pill, you made sure that she was comfortable with us not using a condom and then you specifically told me all of that. You may hate yourself for wanting it, but we both fucking know that you could have skipped any of those things and I’d have worn a condom. That you are eagerly awaiting getting to eat my cum out of her cunt like the dirty little whore you are.”
The Hussy spoke up, “umm (RD) or, I guess Sir . . . “ I liked the sound of that and gave both of her nipples a light pinch. “She specifically asked me about this, like, I knew this was something that might happen because she made sure I said yes. Which I did.”
Cynthia blushed and I smiled at her and said, “so go on then, get, I bet you’ve already soaked your way through that chastity belt just waiting for this part.”
Cynthia took a quick breath and let it out, psyching herself up. It was true, this was hate/love. She hated that she was doing this at all, she hated tasting semen, though it was a constant part of her life. She hated being brought low in front of this woman she feared would try to steal me. But she loved it too, loved how dirty and “less than” it made her feel.
But as she started to move forward, The Hussy spoke up again.
“Wait,” she said, trying to turn to see me and giving up when I held her in place firmly by her breasts. “You said I’m in control right. That’s the deal?”
“Sure” I said, “is there something else you wanted?” I was intrigued. She was showing real signs of being a deliciously fun switch.
“I want to use the key,” The Hussy said, “I want to know if what you said is true, about how much she wants this and . . . . Well I’m not sure.”
I let The Hussy up and she undid the chain on her neck to get the key off of it. Cynthia’s chastity belt was really just jean shorts with metal and chain sewn through them so they could be locked on.
The Hussy unlocked the tiny padlock on the side to let the chain loose and began to pull them off Cynthia. As she slid them off, the medium plug that Cynthia had in her cunt, held in place by the shorts, fell out.
I had known it was in there, and that a smaller one was in my slaves ass, but apparently it was news to The Hussy.
She exclaimed over it for a moment while she finished pulling off the shorts. “Oh my god,” she said, “I can’t believe you’ve been like that the whole time. Jesus, do you go out like this normally?”
“All the time,” I said, “Most of the parties we have been at together, she’s had something stuffed into one of her holes.”
The Hussy looked back at me, biting her lip slightly, before turning back and with little preamble, slid her hand up between Cynthia’s legs to her shaved pussy and slid a finger in.
“I’ve never done this before” The Hussy said, “I’m not sure if I like it or I just like this position we are in. Having her helpless but choosing to be helpless. She is so wet, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet. And the smell.”
I laughed at that. “What would you expect when a whore like this has been walking around all day getting fucked in both holes.”
Cynthia blushed looking away, but The Hussy brought her finger out and up to Cynthia’s lips, who sucked it clean. The Hussy nodded and moved back to the position with her hands trapped behind her back and mine on her breasts.
“Ok,” I asked.
“Yes,” The Hussy said, “but I want you to masturbate when you do it. Touch yourself like a whore while you eat his . . .” She stumbled here, working herself up a bit, “eat his cum out of my pussy.”
Cynthia closed her eyes, but moved to comply, crouching down onto the bed between The Hussy’s legs, propping herself up one arm while the other one went between her legs. She really didn’t have a ton of practice at this, but what she lacked in experience, she made up in gusto. One thing I would always say about her is that no matter how much she hated a task, once ordered she would give it her all.
The Hussy made happy moans and I increased the pressure of my hands, making sure my fingers spent quite a bit of time carefully rubbing her nipples and occasionally applying a harder pinching pressure that made her wiggle in a way that told me she was enjoying it.
“Is this your first time with a woman,” I asked.
“Not really,” The Hussy said, her voice husky. “But not much.”
“Is it your first time with her,” I asked, still curious about the night a few days before. Cynthia looked up for a moment, but went back to her work. I could see that she had managed to use her hand the one helping prop her up, to get a finger inside The Hussy.
“Nah ah,” The Hussy said, “A lady doesn’t speak of such things.”
I snorted and continued on her breasts. It wasn’t long before I felt her body beginning to twitch slightly, spasm.
“Get yourself to the edge cum sucker,” I said and heard Cynthia grunt.
Soon both women were making louder noises.
“Do you want her to cum,” I said loudly and realized I needed to clarify. “Do you want Cynthia to cum while she’s eating your cunt?” I accented the word cunt with a harder pinch to The Hussy’s nipples.
It was too much for Cynthia at that point. “Please sir,” she said, Pausing her cunnilingus “Or miss.”
The Hussy’s breath was very husky, clipped. “Will she,” she asked.
“No,” I said, “not without permission, not for some time, she can keep herself on edge for hours.”
“What happens,” she gasped as Cynthia began to suck hard on her clit, “if she does without permission.”
“Oh,” I said, “It depends on my mood, but it wouldn’t be good. A punishment of some sort.”
The Hussy continued to gasp and then said, “Can I too.” It was short, not quite a plea, but it pulled something out of me.
“You’ve already had one,” I said softly into her ear. “She’s a slut, but she can stay on edge for awhile. I wonder how long you can ask.”
The Hussy moaned, but it had a tormented happy sound to it and she said, “Do it Cynthia, you can.” And within moments Cynthia had pushed herself over the edge, gasping loudly into The Hussy’s cunt, trying to stay focused on licking and sucking the woman’s clit while she road the pleasure out.
“Can you imagine that,” I whispered into The Hussy’s ears as we both watched Cynthia write, “Imagine giving someone so much control over you that simply because they said so, you hadn’t had an orgasm in 9 days.”
“12,” Cynthia said briefly, before continuing to work The Hussy’s clit, “It had been 3 days when this started.” The Hussy was starting to gasp and moan at this point.
I increased the tempo with my hands, massaging and circling her nipples. Squeezing soft and hard. Cynthia seemed to understand my intentions and increased her tempo as well. The Hussy began to make small gasping noises.
“12 days,” I said. “12 days, imagine that, walking around with dildos inside you, butt plugs, and no one knowing, no one knowing that deep down you were a secret slut.”
The Hussy lost control. She called out something that was somewhere between a long “nooo” and yelling oh god, but turning into almost squeezing cries of pleasure. She vibrated and shook against me so hard that I had to pin her down. As it rolled through her, she just kept squeezing until if turned into muttered, nos.
As she finished, I said to Cynthia, “That’s enough, go get dinner ready.” And I let The Hussy’s arms free, but kept her pinned against me, holding her breasts, but kneading them lightly and leaving the nipples alone.
The Hussy said nothing, stopped muttering, but leaned into me hard, that is until Cynthia left the room.
“You did that on purpose,” she said.
“Of course I did,” I said.
“I tried to hold as long as I could,” she said. “It’s weird, I feel guilty.”
We talked for awhile then, cuddling the entire time. About her sexual experiences, which were fewer than her flirtatious demeanor would suggest and her interest in kink, something largely unexplored due to vanilla boyfriends.
I told her that I thought she might be a switch and clearly at least a little bi. She wasn’t as sure on the bi part, but she admitted to getting turned on by having power over Cynthia.
We made out a bit, naked in bed, and had just started a bit of heavy petting, her hand on my cock as it grew hard, when Cynthia called that Dinner was ready. I pulled The Hussy by the hand, noting her nervousness at leaving the bedroom nude, and paused for us both to put underwear back on. I finally got to admire the pretty panties she had chosen. But I didn’t let her put her bra on.
One thing was clear though, I had asked as we left the bedroom, “I’m not your master, but I can tell this is turning you on. Do you want to be punished for the orgasm?”
She smiled shyly and said yes.
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