Dancing Queen Ch. 5: Rough Edits [M/F/F]

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=== ***Queen*** ===

We couldn’t even make it to his bed. We were at each other’s lips and I grabbed and clawed at his chest. He lifts me up and my legs wrapped around his hip, then I reached down and fetched his pussy pleasure giver and slid myself down.

“Oooh, baby that’s good! Oh that’s a good dick,” I sighed in contentment. “Baby, I like it when you’re forceful. Will you punish me?”

“Punish you? For what?”

“Well, I’ve been a bad girl,” I said with a pouty lip, “and bad girls need to be punished.”

I want him to dominate me. I want him to be my daddy, fully. I’m sick of being the dominant one in sex, granted all the men that paid for my time wanted me to be the dominant one, but I’m sick of it!

“Hmm, well I have been researching this particular topic, on how to take charge during intercourse. This is as good a time as any to put my research into practice.”

Having said that, he puts me down and then forced me to my knee. I looked up at him longingly, waiting for what my daddy is going to do, and he roughly grabbed my hair and tilts my head back.

Then his cock plunged into my mouth and he fucked it. He was so rough with me and tears were started to flow down my face, and I could see concern rising in his eyes. But he shook them away because he had to be rough.

When he held me down on his cock and I started gagging and coughing, he finally let me have my rest. I stroked his slimy cock while rubbing it all over my chest. I sucked and gobbled his balls in my mouth and washed it with my saliva. I want to be the perfect slut for him.

He pushed my face against his cock as he held it up, rubbing himself all over my face. I’ve never had anyone do this to me, forcing me to do these perverted things.

Then, he bent down and looked me right in the eye. “I’m going to do things a little more forceful now. Please, let me know if you are uncomfortable with it.”

I gave him a sultry nod, then he reached over and slapped my face. Hard and firm. It stung like a motherfucker and I just looked at him in both shock and awe. Then he plugged my mouth with his cock again.

His sexy grunts were like music to my ear, while he rubbed my cheeks with his rough thumb. But then he slapped me again and I had to give him a muffled laugh.

“Slap me again, daddy,” I said with a big smile and he did. The sting just stayed there, a reminder that I’m a dirty slut, then he made me stand. My King made this Queen stand and he slapped my ass while he urged me forward.

He pushed me over to his bed and I got on all fours and shook and tweaked my ass for him. His hand came down on each cheek again, slapping them each harshly.

“Oooh, harder Daddy! Harder!”

He kept smacking my ass until it became almost unbearable and then he leaned into me and wrapped his thick hands around my neck while he fingered me roughly.

I felt his grip tightened and I felt my airway close. In seconds, I started begging for air and I grabbed his forearms while he fingered me. Thankfully, he understood my cue when I squeezed his wrist and he softened his grip, letting me take in that sweet breath.

“Fuck, baby, choke me again. Please, please do it again please,” I pleaded, and I smiled when I felt his warm hand around my neck again.

However, he switched it around. The fingers that were in my pussy went into my mouth, and his dick replaced it. I sucked on his digits while his penis pushed my lips aside, and his hand slowly tightened once again.

But this time, it was it as tight as before. It’s loose enough for me to take shallow breaths but tight enough that I had to struggle.

And then, he used what I thought him against me. I mean, he already warned me about it but I thought he wouldn’t try it until much later. But he drew his penis all the way out, and then slammed it home.

“Oh god!” I struggle to utter. I squeezed his forearm, and he released his hands, allowing me to focus more on his long strokes. He gave me another one and my pussy clamped down around him and he brought me into a mind-numbing orgasm.

Then I hear the door creak open and a little figure scampered in, armed with a camera and filming my every moans. Thankfully, I’m still wearing the cat mask so my identity isn’t compromised.

But Queen, however, already has a couple of videos floating around those free website. I’ve seen them, they’re kinda grainy and they have bad lighting. Ugh. They’re taken without my consent when there’s more than one person in the VIP room. I didn’t want to go through the headache of going after these losers, but I did get them banned from the establishment and blacklisted from other strip joints.

I felt him draw back again, then in comes the train! Again and again! And oh does it feel so good!

“Daddy… fuck…. good god…. “

My mouths moving and making words, but my brain is just going insane.

Before Bryn, I faked a lot of my “orgasms” for the VIPs. They wanted a show. They wanted to feel big and important. They wanted to feel like they were in the spotlight when they paid for my time, so I faked it.

But for Bryn, it’s hard to keep myself from making the noises I made once upon a time. I’m actually *trying* to keep myself quiet, but the man just makes me feel good.

Honestly, it’s like he brings me back to my 18’s, when I first started doing what I do. My first customer, he liked that I was awkward and shit. I don’t remember his face, if I remember he was real handsy. And he got my virginity.

Man, what a fool I was…

Bryn slowly brought me to face him, and I rubbed his face.

“Hi,” I said, and he kissed my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I think I need to practice being some more,” he said as he bowed his head, “I was afraid you’d get hurt if I went further.”

“Baby, you did great! Thank you for thinking of me,” I cooed softly as I kissed his cheeks, “you did fine, and we’ll work on it ok?”

Of course, Skylar got all of that on film. The bitch.

“Now, I know you’re not satisfied yet big boy,” he kissed me again and we made out while he fucked me slowly. “Boy, you got just made a girl’s heart thump!”

I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him. “Do you believe in fate baby?”

“Fate? Hmm,” he grumbled, then he stopped for a second. “At first, not so much. But what are the odds that you and I would meet that night. The odds that I’m in the right place at the right time, and got frustrated with your customers. The odd that you would pick me. I would think it’s mere coincidence, but maybe not so much.”

Skylar moved to our faces, capturing what we just said to one another. Then she panned to right behind and south of us where she captured Bryn’s dick digging into me. He started kissing my neck and my collarbone, moving further down as he sucked on my nipple. He pulled at it while sucking, leaving red spots all over, and I suspect they’ll turn into love bites.

Now, I can’t go back to work until those goes away. What a shame.

It creeps up on me, like an old dying soldier. It creeps up from beneath my abs, and up through my diaphragm. Then, it pinched the little spots around it like a needle. Then that electricity crackled around it and my heart pumps fast and hard. Finally, it spreads up and out, onto my back between my shoulder blades and towards my toes. I couldn’t help but curl my fingers against his shoulder, or point my toes down as another orgasm slammed hard against me. I grit my teeth and shut my eye closed as my vaginal walls closed around his hardness, eager to milk out more of his cum. Then, in a moment of weakness I utter a deep moan that seeps through the gaps of my lips.

But he’s relentless. His dick pumped hard into me, not letting me take a moment’s rest. Keeping my toes curled, keeping my eyes shut, keeping that pinching flame in my belly that reminds me that I’m alive. I took a shaky breath and swallowed my spit as my throat dried up.

“Boy, you got me weak,” I stuttered almost, and I ended it with a laugh. “You’ve got this girl shaking under you.”

“Is that a good thing?” He asked, “I would think you’re having a mental breakdown or a seizure.”

“Oh, baby it’s good! It’s so good!” I moaned as I sucked on his neck, tasting his salty sweat. “Keep going. Keep going baby. I’m going to cum again. I’m going to cum again. Don’t stop, baby don’t stop!”

He brought it up again. The fire. The electricity. The numbing sensation into my limbs and my brain. My voice croaked as I gave another loud moan, and then I felt the urge. That urge that I felt before.

I felt the urge to pee…

I know I peed before we started. I know my bladders empty: so why do I need to pee again!? I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop myself. His hand went down and started rubbing my clit in a circular motion while giving me his long strokes that slammed hard into me.

I tried to stop myself. I really did. But the ensuing orgasm made me loose control as I blasted his pelvis and his cock with my fluids. “Fuuuck, I’m fucking coming! God damn it! Fuuuuck!!”

I expelled this clear fluid that splattered all over his pelvis and bathe him, but my man didn’t stop. Every wet *flops* and *slops* and all manner of wet squishing noises accompanied his deep, primal, animal-like grunts.

“Give me that cum daddy. Give it to me. I want it. I deserve that cum daddy.”

“Where do you want it,” he asked while his head rests next to my neck, giving it little kisses.

“Oh, you know exactly where I want it. I want to drain your balls of your sperm. Want you to cum deep inside me daddy. I want it inside me. I want that thick, hot load inside of my pussy. Inject my cervix with your sperm daddy!”

He pants faster and faster, and I can hear him whine a little. “Cum for me my King! Cum inside your Queen!”

Then with a deep thrust he shot his load inside of me. That hot, stick cum hitting my cervix, the walls, floor and roof of my vagina became white with his sperm.

“Hot, warm, sticky, smelly, virile, fucking mess! I love it!”

I grabbed his head and kissed him deep, with my hands scratching and clawing at his back. He pumped into me a few more times, completing the transaction. I felt his throbbing cock stay hard, stay angry, while he kept it inside me and just laid there on top of me as we’re wrapped in an embrace and a kiss.

When he got off me, I felt that thick helmet of his drag itself out from inside me, scratching at my walls on the way out. I watched Skylar move so she can film my sore pussy drip with his cum.

“Holy shit, it’s so deep inside of you it doesn’t want to come out,” she laughed as she took the camera to my face.

“That’s how you know he did a job well done,” I smiled as I gave the camera a flying kiss.

===

Before we slept, Bryn and I took a shower. Of course, we kissed and just touched one another while we were there. When we came out, his bed welcomed both of us.

When morning came, we’re woken up with Skylar practically jumping on us. She’s completely transformed, and it confused Bryn.

“Baby, she had sex! Of course, she’s changed. Sex is a really good stress reliever, and good sex is a really, really good stress reliever. Great sex? Well, I don’t think I need to repeat myself.”

She jumped under the covers and snuggled in tight. “I just transferred the recording into my computer, now we just need to edit it. Little brother, do you mind?”

“I’m sure you’re capable of it,” Bryn said but Skylar pouts her lips and flashed her puppy dog eyes. “You know that doesn’t work on me.”

“But… but daddy, please?”

“That *certainly* doesn’t work on me. Skylar, you know how to edit videos, you’ve been doing it for a while now.”

She folded her arms and made an “*Hmph!*” noise and I just chuckled.

“Baby, c’mon I think it’ll be fine. We don’t really need to do a lot, just cut out useless clips, take out some audio, and look out for things that can identify us.”

Bryn groaned for a bit, but then relents. “Fine, but if it’s that easy I expect Skylar to do the rest.”

I laughed lightly. “Baby, remember when you said that missionary is too vanilla? What do you think about it now?“

He smiled and looked away. “I would say that it is intensely pleasurable and really intimate.”

I pinched his cheeks and pulled the covers tighter around me.

===

“Skylar, we need to advertise if you want to get a lot more viewers. We need to advertise to social media.”

“Social media!? W-What!? How am I supposed to do that?”

She’s panicking. We have a good foundation on what we have, but we need to capitalize on it. “Girl, you just need to do it on three platforms: Twitter, Reddit and Instagram. Now Instagram is where you can post softcore shit, and teasing bits but Twitter and Reddit you gotta give them a bit more.”

She nodded at my explanation. “Can you help me with that?”

“*Pssh*, of course I can! As long as I get a cut when you make it big.”

She smiled and agreed. We raided her closet and found… absolutely bland clothes! Disappointing! I fished through her underwear, and I found sadness.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you like this?” I asked with disappointment written across my face.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t have a chance to buy anything cute!“

I shook my head, again in disappointment.

===

“Ooh, who is she?”

“Destiny, she’s no one. Serena’s still here, right?”

Destiny just cocked her hips and nods toward the back. Skylar and I walked through Mars Lancet in a hurry. I know she’s here; I saw her last night so she should still be here.

“Serena!”

Serena is Latina with a nice bubble ass, slightly smaller than mine, and somewhat smaller tits. She’s about Bryn’s height but has the attitude to make up for it.

She’s just getting off the shift, already dressed in her leggings, tank tops and a light jacket, and she has her wig off. She keeps her hair short, in a pixie cut.

“Oh, *Hola* girl! You missed the fun last night. Demetrius was here, you know he has a crush on you.”

“Save it, I’m not interested in his black ass. Anyway, I need your help.”

She smiled at me and folded her arms. “Buy me breakfast and I might consider it.”

===

She sits across from us with a whimsical look on her face.

Serena has always been the mischievous one, that’s why she’s not very popular in the catalogue. She likes to pinch and play trick on the customers, even telling men to cum inside of her and then saying that she wasn’t on any birth control.

“So, you’re the guy who tamed the mighty Queen? Dethroned her. Check fucking mate.”

Bryn took us into a nice diner for breakfast. He ordered pancakes and black coffee, Skylar had waffles, I ordered an omelet and Serena ordered a steak. For breakfast.

Then again, she’s been dancing all night. To her, this is dinner.

“What makes you so special that she took herself off the catalogue, and even had a panic attack, hmm?”

Bryn was about to say something, but I held his hand. “Don’t answer that babe, that’s between you and me.” I turned my attention to her and laughed softly, trying to hide my slight irritation. “Serena, I’m just going to ask you for a favor, that’s all.”

“Well, I might do that for you. I might not. It all depends on what lover-boy here tells me. Or what you tell me.”

She leaned forward and crinkled her nose, then added, “sorry, morbid curiosity. You understand, right *reina*?”

She gave me that crooked smile that I always liked and left it at that. Still, I can see the curiosity in her eyes.

“Well? What do you *chicas* need from little old me anyway?”

“Serena -“

“Queen… Kimmy… we’re off the clock, girl,” she smiled again.

“Fine… Reyna, I need something from you.”

Yes, her actual name means Queen. I was already calling myself Queen before she came along, but thankfully she wasn’t mad about it. At least, I don’t think. She sliced off a piece of steak, dipped it in steak sauce, and placed it on her tongue and into her mouth.

But her steak… well done!? I can’t…

“Reyna, you took the catalogue photos. Can you give us a tip on shots like that?”

She laughed. “Bitch, that’s all? Why you gotta ask shy and shit! Yeah, I’ll teach you. Buy me a thong and I’ll teach you. I’ll even shoot the photos for you!”

Reyna has a degree in photography, and on her off times she likes to take pictures of birds and animals. She used to be a dog photographer, a wedding photographer and even worked for the town newspaper, but she gave it all up because it wasn’t as profitable as stripping and being a member of the Mars Lancet catalogue.

She also loves thongs. Well, her offering to basically shoot our photos for us is already a good enough bargain. Normally, those are hundreds of dollars.

“May I ask what photos we are shooting?” Bryn asked as he took a sip of his coffee. As soon as he placed it down, he spun it three times then had the handle pointing to his right. I found that interesting. I wonder how many other quirks he has.

“Baby, it’s for little Skylar’s page! C’mon, so she can get some more people subscribed to her and she can get money!”

“Oh, I see. Well, I hope this doesn’t take long. I need to do some actual work soon.”

I’m a little curious at what he does. “Say, what do you do again? I mean, you know what I do and I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t know what you do.”

He took a sip of his coffee again, sets it down, turns it three times and then points the handle towards the right. “I’m an IT specialist. I work for Fairmeadows International.”

I kind of know what they do, but at the same time they’re kind of a mystery. I think they handle information and whatnot and an investment firm as well. I don’t know, anymore and I’ll just end up being confused anyway.

“I make —“

“Ah-pa-pa-pa, no no no, baby! No money talks. It sours the relationship. Don’t tell me how much you make, and I’ll do the same.”

He nodded for a bit, “I understand. Is this standard protocol anywhere?”

“Bryn, just make it a habit not to tell people how much you make, alright li’l bro?” Skylar laughed as she took a piece of her waffle and shoved it into her mouth.

He probably makes a hell of a lot more than I do, but once money gets into the relationship, it tends to shift the balance of power. Right now, we’re equal and I like it that way. I’m comfortable, he’s comfortable, and Skylar is struggling, but comfortable at the same time. We’re fine.

“I’ll make a note of that,” he nodded as he took a sip of his coffee, spun it 3 times when he set it down, and placed the handle to his right.

“Well, we better get shopping then. Bryn, I hope you don’t mind it getting a little loud.”

“I would prefer it if you dropped me off home. I can work on the editing for the clips like you had asked.”

“Alright, baby, suit yourself.”

===

“It’s weird hearing you call someone ‘baby’ Kimmy. It’s… unsettling.”

Well that one hurt! I’m perfectly capable of using pet names it’s just, well, I’ve never had a reason to use them. Even with my regulars, I don’t use pet names.

“What do you mean?” I asked to the question I already know the answer to.

“Well, you’re the #1 most requested in the catalogue, you have a reputation of being dominant, and you’re a no-nonsense girl,” Reyna continued, “so pardon me for saying so.”

We’re at the mall in one of the boutiques that specializes in lingerie wear. I’ve picked out a lot of things, G-strings and such for Skylar to wear, but we’re going to go look for other cute little outfits.

“Sky, you’re a pretty girl. No, a beautiful girl, why pine for your brother?”

She gasped a bit, “that’s a pretty personal question. I don’t know. It started around sophomore year for me. We never fought, we got along great despite him being how he is, and I just started liking him.”

“Did you have dreams of marrying him?” I asked further and she sat down next to me with an armful of thongs, bras and stockings.

“I did. Because of his disorder, he accepted the fact that he might not find anyone. So I wanted to be his wife. Obviously, that probably won’t happen now.”

“Kimmy! How dare you steal her first love!” Reyna joked and I just giggled.

“Not my fault I can feel him in my throat when he fucks me,” I added and she laughed too. “Don’t worry girl, we’ll help you with your page.”

“Well thanks, I guess.”

We got a good haul of lacy panties, thongs, open crotch panties and stockings and garters. We picked up some thigh high socks, rompers with a clip on crotch, fishnet stockings and other erotic things in the nearby erotic store. I would’ve gone to Julio’s shop but this is closer.

===

The photo shoot is tomorrow, and Skylar and I dropped Reyna off to her home. When we got to Bryn’s place, we were quite surprised to see him done with editing.

“Well I cut off the unnecessary part, cleaned up the audio, and stabilized the camera shot a bit. I think it’s quite finished.”

I’m amazed at what he did, but we can’t release it to her page now. We need to build up suspense and anticipation! But first, I need Skylar to model her new outfits for us!

“I’ll have to refuse. I need to do work, urgently. If you can do so later on, then I’ll participate.”

I gave him a pouty look but I remembered they don’t work.

An hour later, the clicking and tapping of keyboard could be heard from his little office. Well, Skylar and I snuck into the office, with our masks on, while he’s engrossed in his own work. We crawled under his desk and planted ourselves on his thighs which gave him a shock.

“G-Girls, please I really need to finish this,” he pleaded, but we’re not listening. We’re taking. I tugged at his shorts, reached in front his leg sleeve and found it already half-hard. Skylar did the same and she found the head over at her side.

“Daddy, please,” I pleaded and he sighed with slight frustration hanging in every decibel.

“Please don’t bump the desk while I type,” he added as he stood up and slid his pants off.

“Oh baby, that’s going to be hard. See, we’re two cock-hungry sluts and we’re going to go crazy with this big dick in front of us.”

“We had sex yesterday! Are you two not satisfied?” He groaned as my tongue went against his shaft and Skylar’s wrapped around the head.

“It’s your fault li’l bro. It’s your fault for having such a big dick,” she moaned while licking the underside of his cock.

“How can that possibly —“

I pressed a finger against his lips. “Dirty talk baby, *Mmmph ahhh* just go with it.”

He continued typing on his laptop while Skylar and I sucked and licked and gobbled his dick. Before we started this, we have two cameras pointing at us, at an angle, capturing every slutty, skanky act we’re committing.

We started taking turns blowing him, with Skylar focusing more on the head while I tried my damndest trying to deepthroat his motherfucker.

“Baby, stop working for a second and bring your chair back,” I asked and he shook his head and refused. “Please? Please baby?”

He caved in and pushed his chair back a bit. I gave him my camera while Skylar placed hers on his desk and points it down.

“Bryn loves titfucks,” I giggled, “so just sandwich his hotdog between our tits, he should cum pretty soon.”

“Does he? Li’l bro’s got a kink!” She laughed it off.

“A kink? Where? I don’t think I have one, I feel perfectly fine. My shoulders are a bit stiff though.“

Skyler bunched her slightly moist tank top over her breast while I chose to pull mine out from my tank top. She rubbed hers sensually while I pinched her nipples and bent over and flicked them with my tongue. Then, we wrapped his cock between our tits.

With his dick sandwiches between our breast, mine only being a little larger than hers but hers being perkier, it didn’t take much to make him moan.

We bounced our tits on his huge cock, rubbing and teasing the head. She would suck the head and we would trade off.

Then, his breathing started getting erratic. He’s bucking up and we kept our tits around him tightly. With a groan, and a hard thrust, huge ropes of cum shot up and landed on our faces, lips and tits. Hot, sticky cum painting our fair skin.

“Clean him up, Skylar. Clean him up well,” I said and she gladly did so. I went up and wrapped my lips around his. “Did that feel good for you, daddy?” I cooed as I brush his cheeks.

“M-Most definitely,” he sighed with relief.

Skylar and I started cleaning each other’s tits up. With our lips and tongue. Bryn made sure to get good shots of us licking up his cum off our tits and nipples, and making out with our cum covered tongues and lips. Then, we waved goodbye to the camera.

“That was good,” Skylar sighed. She reached over and sucked on his sensitive coco for a bit more then licked her lips hungrily. “Li’l bro, you’ve got a good dick.”

He just shrugged and went back to his work after pulling up his pants.

~ End of Chapter 5 ~

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