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The Royal Bitch update
🕑 Added 2020-06-02 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
A sudden desire raced through Phoebe. She wasn’t just competing with Esme now, but with Sophie—the first one to swallow her misgivings would have a more meager humiliation than the second. More than that, she realized that she wanted Lorna. The thought of experiencing what Esme had just endured was turning her on more than anything had ever aroused her in the past.
Phoebe was an enthusiastic cocksucker. The minute she got one in her mouth, her prim and proper demeanor vanished. She drooled heavily, yet ironically she sucked the prick so hard that when it came, the semen would overflow her mouth. She hated to stain her pretty clothes, so usually she’d tuck a napkin under her chin before sucking someone off.
That wouldn’t be an issue with a strap-on. The fact that Lorna’s ‘cock’ had just been inside Esme’s bowels didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she always thought a member was tastier with a woman’s juices on it, or even the spice of buggery. She loved to blow married men after they’d fucked their wives, but before they took a shower.
The only difference was that was her blowing them. She had the power, she made them come, they were submitting to what she was doing to the most vulnerable piece of their anatomy. This wouldn’t be that; the artificial nature of the strap-on robbed her of her power. It’d be her mouth getting fucked by Lorna’s cock, nothing else.
Still, she forced her lips apart, silently offering their openness to Lorna. Lorna noticed.
“The silent treatment, huh?” She put her hands behind Phoebe’s head, locking her fingers into Phoebe’s long, blonde hair. “That’s okay. I’ll help you keep quiet. Take my cock in your mouth, fuckhole. Give your queen some head. Taste your sister.”
Phoebe gurgled as she took the first several inches of Lorna’s strap-on into her mouth, then down her throat. She clasped her lips tightly around the thick black mass of silicone, instinctively flaring her nostrils so she could breathe around the enormous thickness of the dildo.
Then she sucked, puckering her cheeks to get more suction on the dildo. The taste of Esme’s ass exploded on her taste buds, feeling heated as it was slurped down Phoebe’s throat. She swirled her tongue around the big knob to lap it all up, gurgling contentedly as she absorbed the delicious taste, gulped it down eagerly. Esme was a Frost, after all. It wasn’t like she was tasting some commoner’s ass.
“Ah, you like that, don’t you, cunt?” Lorna grinned, rocking her hips with both hands on Phoebe’s head. Phoebe stayed very firmly in place while Lorna fucked the strap-on in and out of her mouth. “Yeah, you’re a natural born suck and swallow. You love having a big cock in your mouth.”
Phoebe wanted to deny it, but she literally couldn’t. Her pussy was full of riotous juices, a lustful swamp just waiting to be fucked. She sucked noisily on the strange, but satisfying taste of Lorna’s strap-on, filling the bedroom with the wet smacking sounds of her eager fellatio.
“For such a high-class chick, you don’t have much of a technique,” Lorna pouted. “Don’t just suck me. Jack me off.”
Phoebe glared furiously at Lorna, unable to believe she was getting instruction from such a low-class chick, but then, Lorna would know more about deviancy than her. The things she’d done to Esme—the desires she’d infected Phoebe’s sweet sister with…
Obediently, Phoebe wrapped her right hand around the base of Lorna’s dildo. She circled and pumped her fingers on the shaft while sucking on the head, both hand and mouth traveling rhythmically over the strap-on.
Then suddenly, Lorna pulled back, popping her strap-on right out of Phoebe’s mouth. It was then, with her lips left wide open, that Phoebe realized how into it she’d been getting. Lorna held the spit-slick dildo right in front of Phoebe’s face.
“Such a good feeling, getting clean after being so, so dirty. Just like a nice hot shower. Look at what a good job Phoebe did, everyone. You’d never be able to tell this was just in Esme’s asshole.”
Lorna smugly sauntered back around to the other side of the bed, leaving Phoebe plenty of time to bear the brunt of her sisters’ gaze. She sneered. Sophie was thinking that she would never be so depraved, so submissive, but Phoebe couldn’t wait to see how Lorna would break her.
The queen moved in close behind Phoebe, her strap-on sliding between Phoebe’s thighs, up against her womanhood. She slapped its heft a couple of times against Phoebe’s mound, enough to make Phoebe gasp at the stimulation where she was so sensitive.
She really would’ve let Lorna fuck her there—she wanted her to—but no, then all Sophie would have to do was lick the strap-on clean of her pussy and its juices, which they all pretty much did anyway. She wanted Sophie to go through the same humiliation she had.
“Please, my queen, don’t fuck me there! Fuck me in the ass!”
“Oh?” Lorna asked curiously. “Is my strap-on not good enough for your precious little pussy?”
“No, mistress—I mean, no, that isn’t it! My pussy isn’t good enough for your cock! Fuck me in the ass. All I want to be is your anal slut, my queen. Make me your anal slut!”
Saying the submissive words got to her somehow, sending a thrill of anticipation through her body to put the lie to any pretense. Perhaps that was why Lorna gave her what she wanted for once. Or maybe it was that she stuck her tautly rounded ass out at her queen, offering it up just like Esme had.
She felt Lorna’s harsh fingers part her buttocks, then the tip of the dildo push against her throbbing asshole. Lorna thrust forward brutally, spearing half of her massive strap-on into Phoebe’s ass. No matter how tightly her anus gripped the shaft, it kept going into her, and she cried out in both pleasure and pain.
She couldn’t stop herself; groaning words slipped out of her as she shook wildly. “God, I love having your big cock up my ass! Nnnn, Lorna! Give me more!”
Gripping Phoebe’s slender hips with both hands, Lorna jerked her body into the strap-on, pushing the very base of it into Phoebe’s asshole. She didn’t give Phoebe any time to get used to it. Just pistoned it back out and then immediately rammed it in again.
Phoebe groaned as she took the savage stroke, then Lorna was pumping the dildo brutally into her weakening asshole. It helplessly stretched as Lorna repeatedly violated her, submitting even as Phoebe’s mind was to being Lorna’s bitch. No, not even that. Esme was her bitch. Phoebe was just a fuckhole.
Somehow luxuriating in that degrading thought, Phoebe crossed her forearms and rested her head on them. Every time Lorna’s strap-on pounded into her bowels, she moaned almost happily. Her breath came so hard that the sound of it echoed in her ears.
“Fuck my asshole till it’s sore! Uhh! Ram your cock into me as hard as you can! Oh Gooood! Faster, Lorna! Fuck my ass harder! Ream my hole with that ridiculous, overcompensating strap-on! Faster, damnit, harder!”
Every time Phoebe was thrown forward by a hard thrust, Lorna yanked her hips back to take more. She speared the dildo into Phoebe’s ass with a mindless fury, her hips whipping into Phoebe’s pert buttocks, her cock seeming to never leave the depths of Phoebe’s bowels.
“Give it to me more!” Phoebe urged through clenched teeth. “Deeper, I want it deeper! Make it hurt! Wreck my asshole so it’ll ache for the rest of my life! Just make me come! Just fuck me!”
Whimpering, keening with how Lorna’s strap-on was owning her ass, Phoebe suddenly felt a jarring shock in her pussy—the onrush of a climax. She threw herself frantically back against Lorna’s thrusts, working the fatigued muscles in her rectum to try and suck the dildo even deeper into her.
“I’m going to come!” she gasped. “It’s starting! Fuck me! Fuck my ass to pieces! Ohhh! Cram your cock into me! Give me all of it! Ohhhhh, GOD!” She tensed all over, muscles knotting throughout her slender body, as if all of her was trying to hold in Lorna’s strap-on and the pleasure it gave her. “Fuuuck, it’s good! Fuck my ass off, Lorna! Gggghh! I wanna be your cock slut forever! I want your prick in my ass until I die!”
Phoebe was beginning to feel embarrassed. She was such a weak, fragile creature. A little roughness and she soared into ecstasy. Lorna could dominate her and humiliate her and sodomize her and she would get off on it.
In a way, that was good. She didn’t need much to be fully satisfied. But the cognitive dissonance between being a proud, powerful mutant and being dependent on Lorna for the rapture she so desperately wanted… it made her feel faint. Or maybe that was just her pussy, still coming, still leaking liquid pleasure all down her thighs.
Comments
Shendude
Gotta be honest with ya, this is starting to feel a little repetitive? But then, it's not my kink.
