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Isn't It Romantic update
🕑 Added 2020-05-11 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
It didn’t surprise Felicity that Laurel was the one who actually greeted her at the door, despite her sister Sara being the one who had invited her over. Ever since she’d eavesdropped on Laurel and Sara together—not to mention Thea, couldn’t forget about Thea—Felicity had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Laurel was a smart girl. She wouldn’t have let on about this insane, bondage-themed ménage a trois by accident. She had wanted Felicity to know, and there was only so long she would let Felicity get used to the idea before she’d move on to whatever she wanted to do with a fully knowing, fully aware Felicity.
And it seemed pretty obvious what she wanted to do with Felicity that required her knowing that Sara and Thea were her personal, sexual submissives.
Laurel wore an evening gown, dark fabric swirling over her body from shoulders to thighs, clear tulle at the chest, arms, and legs to show off supple muscle, creamy flesh. It still surprised Felicity a little to see her in it. She’d half-expected some all-black dominatrix look; Laurel wore more leather while she was in costume.
When she saw Sara, she understood. Laurel’s sister wore only a blue set of panties and a heather T-shirt so tight it could’ve cut off circulation, the fabric clinging to every inch of her breasts, all the stiffness of her nipples. That was the domination. Sara not being allowed to wear clothes, not really, while Laurel was fully dressed all the way down to her Louboutins. As if it needed to be more obvious who was the mistress and who was her bitch.
“Just get out of bed?” Felicity nervously let slip, making light of the situation or maybe just offering an alternative explanation that was slightly less terrifying. Not that this scared her. It would be less scary if it scared her.
“In a matter of speaking,” Laurel purred, closing the door behind Felicity. “We almost didn’t think you’d come.”
“Why wouldn’t I… come?” Felicity squeaked, realizing the innuendo at the last possible moment.
Sara tittered and bit her nail. She certainly didn’t look unhappy as Laurel’s sub. She looked like a cheerleader who’d just taken the star quarterback to bed.
Laurel spoke from behind Felicity. With her in back and Sara in front of her, Felicity felt hemmed in. “Because you heard Sara coming like a bitch in heat while I fucked her in the ass. That made this invitation a bit of a bellwether. You couldn’t not have that fuck in the back of your mind when you got it. If you didn’t come, it would be because you’re uncomfortable with what you heard. But since you’re here, that means on some level, you’re okay with it. Maybe even intrigued. Maybe you’d like to get a peek at what you heard us doing.”
“I… I didn’t hear anything. Who said I heard anything? Maybe I, I don’t know what I heard. There are lots of reasons to—grunt and groan when you’re a superhero. Oliver grunts all the time. It’s not because someone, you know, someone is, is…”
“Watch,” Laurel breathed in Felicity’s ear, then focused on Sara with such laser intensity that Felicity had to follow her gaze. Had to recognize that Sara was Laurel’s bitch all over again. “Sara, do you like my new shoes?”
Sara openly looked Laurel up and down, her eyes seizing every curve of her body, drinking it all in in greedy gulps. Just watching how lustful she was in her leering, Felicity felt dirty. You weren’t supposed to look at girls like that. You weren’t supposed to want to fuck them so hard.
“I love them,” Sara said, her tone flirty enough to encompass much more than Laurel’s shoes.
“Show me,” Laurel ordered, a timbre of command deepening her voice.
Sara lowered herself down onto all fours, the move putting slack into her shirt. It hung off her, loose at the neck, her cleavage, offering glimpses that teased and tantalized where a bra should’ve gone. Her muscles thrummed, shifted, her body stretching and contorting into place.
For all the smooth workings of her perfect musculature, there was a tremble going through her flesh. Need, barely suppressed need, a quiver going through her as she was given permission to submit, a role to play, an order to follow from the woman she lived to serve. Down on her hands and knees, her head bowed, she brought her lips down to Laurel’s feet and kissed each gorgeous shoe, letting out a slight whimper as her lips pulled away.
As servile as it was, what she was doing, there was an air of masturbation to it. Like she was gratifying herself by being so submissive. Like it stirred up all kinds of urges, sense-memories of past services, and now her pussy was wet and she was aching to be touched. Felicity could just tell.
“You can leave whenever you want. But you can stay too,” Laurel whispered in her ear, then she took her leave.
Walking at a slow, sultry strut. Beckoning behind her with one finger. It made Sara follow along on all fours, like a dog—bitch in heat. Maybe it was what made Felicity follow too.
They went into the master bedroom. Thea sat on the queen-sized bed, wearing the kind of attire Felicity would’ve expected going in. Bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. All of her kinky little body shown off with just the right balance between presentation and… flesh. Felicity could see how narrow the strand of fabric was that spanned her panties’ waistband, front to back. She could only imagine how narrow it was in back, disappearing between her juicy buttocks, like a ribbon wrapped around a present. The fucking gift Thea was sitting on…
But what really got to Felicity was seeing where Sara went. There was a pad at the foot of the bed—like a dog would sleep on—and next to it was a doggie bowl. Sara’s name was written on it. Beside that was another bowl. This one had Felicity’s name.
Laurel stood next to the bed, resting a hand on Thea’s shoulder, Sara at her feet. “As you can see, Felicity, we’ve made up a place for you.”
“Oh… God… I, I, I—I’m not tired,” Felicity babbled.
Her glasses were literally steaming up, but she couldn’t move to clean them off. All she could think about was how strong Sara was, how confident and independent she’d always been. What could make her want to be a sex slave, for her sister no less? Wasn’t it a complete betrayal of everything she’d ever stood for? Didn’t she know how wrong it was? Didn’t she care?
And if Sara didn’t care, how good must the sex be—how amazing must it be to bottom for Laurel—that she’d rather have that than any self-respect, any self-esteem, any amount of goddamn dignity at all?
“Of course you’re not tired,” Laurel cooed, her voice warm and friendly. “You came here for a show and you haven’t even seen it yet.” She squeezed Thea’s shoulder. “Thea, put on a strap. I want Sara to ride your cock.” Then she stooped down to scratch Sara behind the ears. “And Sara? You’re going to take it up the ass. Felicity already knows how much you like that. No need to pretend you’re some good girl who squirts from having a dick in her snatch. Everyone here knows you’re an anal slut who comes like crazy when her asshole’s gaping open. Take your panties off, baby. The whole point of having a cocksleeve is you fucking use her.”
Felicity whimpered. The sight of Thea strapping on a dildo, Laurel smearing lubricant onto her sister’s asshole, it was all too much for her. She was sure that the sight of Sara’s face as the thick slime dripped through her rectum would be with her for the rest of her days.
Then it was time for the strap-on to replace the lubricant. Thea sat at the foot of the bed, patting her lap like she was calling for a dog. Sara reached back to her creamy white buttocks, shamelessly opening them up, showing off the puckered pink ring of her anus to Thea. Her face was to Felicity, though. It was alive with anticipation.
“Fuck me here, Mistress. Here’s where I want to feel your big dick. Ramming right up my tight little ass!”
Thea grasped Sara by the hips, solidifying her grip on her as Sara held her asscheeks spread wide. With a little pull, Sara was positioned so that the strap-on’s tip was pressed to her anal opening.
“Push your cock into me, Mistress! My asshole’s so ready! It needs cock so much! Harder, Mistress! It feels so good!” Sara madly writhed on Thea’s lap, wiggling her ass to help the thick dildo go in as Thea hauled her down onto its shaft. Slowly but surely, the phallic length was disappearing between Sara’s buttocks. “I love it! Love your huge cock—love having it in my ass!”
Thea groaned and reached around Sara to clutch her full breasts, pulling at them as if trying to separate them from her body. And with a furious thrust, she drove up to meet Sara’s bowels, her grip on Sara’s breasts holding the blonde perfectly in place.
Sara had no choice but to take every inch of the enormous strap-on. The tight walls of her asshole stretched painfully around the thickness of the dildo. Her face twitched, flashing with intense pain as she struggled to take being impaled in such a huge way. For a moment, Sara sat silent and submissive on Thea’s lap, moaning while her asshole throbbed around the intrusion into it.
Laurel spoke. She was behind Felicity again, making her voice sound like the hacker’s own guilty conscience—or her dirty desires. “Of course it fucking hurts, having that mammoth fucker right up her sweet ass. So imagine how good it would have to feel for her to endure that pain. How good it would have to feel for you to lose your anal virginity... Felicity Smoak…”
Laurel stripped her dress over her head. She was dressed much like Thea. A lingerie set completed by a strap-on. Felicity breathed harder, knowing that monster cock was behind her. That even though she was fully clothed, that thing was aimed at her ass.
The pain faded; Felicity could see it disappear from Sara’s face, at least mostly. Then the taut muscles of her lower belly were in a riot of motion, clenching and spasming. Felicity could only imagine how her cunt felt—the eye of the storm in the middle of all that.
Sara reached down to curl her fingers into the bedspread, bouncing herself on Thea’s cock faster than ever. Actually riding it with her jiggling asscheeks, her frenzied moans: “Fuck me good, Mistress!” she gasped like the bitch she was, the total slut that Felicity had heard over the comms. “I’m so horny—it hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already gonna make me come! Make me your bitch!”
“You’re always my bitch, bitch!”
Thea pumped her hips as hard as she could, bouncing Sara on her lap and making her take the strap-on up her ass over and over again. The lubricant foamed in a froth around her invading prick. It squelched between Sara’s widespread buttocks, the blonde fucking herself like an absolute whore.
Sara squealed and whimpered continually, a measure of disbelief in her voice. It wasn’t for how much it hurt. She had learned quickly what being sodomized felt like and taking it up the ass had only gotten less painful with two women owning her asshole, using it as their personal fuckhole.
But she wasn’t used to how good it felt—not only being brutalized by Thea’s big, hard shaft, but hammering her own tiny asshole onto it, giving in in exactly the way Felicity had found so shocking. Her belly burned, knotted in ecstatic pain. She would come soon. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue out and drooling, the only surprise was that she hadn’t already.
Sara ran her hand through the blonde curls of her thatch, moaning as she brought two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and finally made its emptiness feel right. She wantonly fingered herself while Thea jerked her up and down, keeping up the reaming of her asshole, never letting Sara forget that she was an anal whore first and foremost.
“Coming, Mistress! Gonna come!”
She had forgotten how intense her orgasms could be. The first one exploded inside her, making her clit swell until it felt like it would burst, her anus clench violently around Thea’s strap. Sara cried out, bringing her ass down on the dildo as hard as she could. She grunted and moaned, her anal passage spasming all around the shaft.
“Coming!” Sara screamed. “So good, Mistress! Love your huge prick! Love how you fuck me with it! Love being your bitch…!”
It was a long, incredibly hard climax, completely satisfying the desire that had been stewing in her ever since she invited Felicity to watch her degradation.
And yet, she wanted more.
Laurel stepped past Felicity, walking right up between Sara’s legs and grabbing her by the throat. Sara’s eyes glowed with the excitement of being choked by her. Her mistress had decided it was not currently time for her to breathe. Sara greedily welcomed that attention, any attention.
“The only way you get to speak, to fucking breathe is if it’s to beg me to fuck you in the ass,” Laurel commanded. “Come on, Sara. Don’t be shy. Show Felicity what a whore you are. You don’t just want one cock up your ass. You want two.”
She loosened her grip and the words spilled out like she’d been blocking a firehose. “Yes, Mistress, it’s true, it’s true, I want you to fuck me, you and Thea to double-fuck me, both of you in my ass. I can take both of you, no, both of you can take me. I want both my mistresses fucking me at the same time. I want Mistress Thea’s cock in my ass right alongside Mistress Laurel’s cock!” Sara closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. “Then, if only I had a cock to suck on… or a pussy to eat…”
“Dirty slut,” Laurel purred, pushing her two conjoined lovers so that Thea landed on her back, Sara on top of her.
Then, kneeling between both their legs, she mounted Sara. Both Thea and Sara looked up at Laurel in awe as she sandwiched her own sister between two cocks—nuzzling the tip of her strap-on into the splayed ruin Thea had already made of Sara’s asshole. Then she crushed her body together with Sara’s. The dildo sank easily into Sara’s ass, like a knife through butter. It pushed Sara down against Thea; she kissed the back of Sara’s neck.
“Our dirty slut,” Thea agreed.
Sara gasped, painfully intense pleasure searing out from where she was penetrated. When she looked down, she thought it made no sense that she couldn’t see the huge intrusion inside of her, the bulge of that massive encroachment into her bowels. The two strap-ons felt like they were squeezing her very guts upwards.
“Yes!” Sara groaned, running her lips against Laurel’s shoulder. “This is so—incredible! So much cock! Oh God—they felt like they’re gonna come out of my mouth!”
For a full minute the three of them lay like that, locked together, Sara panting and keening as she got used to being doubly impaled, doubly fucked. Or tried to.
Then Laurel tapped Thea’s hip. The two began a slow, rhythmic pumping into Sara’s ass, moving as one, a single massive prick fucking into Sara’s anus. As their momentum grew, they switched it up. Laurel would shove in while Thea retreated.
“Oh shit!” Sara cried, her body clenching and knotting in an agony of enjoyment. She’d almost gotten used to having so much cock inside her, but there was no getting accustomed to how they were moving now. “I never knew it could be like this! My pussy is so hot!”
“Wet too,” Laurel teased. As her dildo pistoned in and out of Sara’s ass, the juices from Sara’s pussy spilled down. Laurel’s groin picked it up when she pressed against Sara’s lap, hilting the strap-on in her ass. Her pubis ended up covered by Sara’s hot cream. It turned Laurel on like crazy. She loved knowing her sister was having a good time, even if it was as a cock-hungry bitch.
“Take it, you fucking cunt!” Thea grunted into Sara’s hair. “We’re going to fuck your ass as much as we want, bitch. Fuck your ass until we’re done with it. You can come all you want, but only as our little sex toy.”
“Your little sex toy,” Sara repeated, her mind almost totally gone. Even her indomitable will was nothing next to the pained ecstasy of being shared by Laurel and Thea. “Ya… yours…”
She felt a thundering release swell in her ass, then slam into her pussy. Sara opened her mouth to scream, but silence came out. All the energy in her body was devoted to the series of climaxes that tore through her, surging through her asshole and her cunt and her clit like all of her was one straining, sweaty erogenous zone.
Sara’s multiple orgasms did nothing to dissuade Thea and Laurel from fucking her. They had just started playing with their toy. They kept pumping into her, not slacking at all, their athletic perfection now devoted to working Sara’s body until it was totally ruined.
Laurel was the first to relax, sliding to the side, leaving Sara bereft. She liked the idea of Sara’s asshole being totally wrecked while her sister still craved more. A destitute, horny slut, absolutely addicted to being sodomized, showing Felicity in no uncertain terms what awaited her. Knowing Felicity would still want it.
“That’s enough for now,” Laurel said. “We can’t wear Sara out, after all. For now, she’s our only toy.”
Thea pushed Sara off her, the proud warrior slumping down into a numb heap—yet looking so satisfied that Felicity actually envied her. There was no way Sara’s pussy was pounding like Felicity’s was, as desperate for action as she was.
“Yeah, it’s a shame we have to share,” Thea said, staring at Felicity as she spoke. “I want my own bitch. An anal slut to fuck and fuck and fuck.”
Then the crowning shock came, the thrill so intense that Felicity didn’t know if she could bear it. Sara raised her head, hair plastered all over her by darkening sweat, and she looked at Felicity. There was none of the claim there that was in Thea and Laurel’s leers, none of the urge to conquest. Quite the opposite. Her stare was beguiling, seductive. Submissive.
She didn’t want to conquer Felicity. She wanted Felicity to conquer her. She wanted Felicity to be one of the women who had just despoiled her body, used it, played with it, toyed with it, toyed with her. She wanted to be Felicity’s bitch.
Felicity felt faint. Even through her glasses, she couldn’t see straight.
Laurel knew she had her. “Why don’t you take a few days, Felicity? Think it over.” She ran a hand over Sara, who moaned gratifyingly. “But know that while you’re thinking it over—Sara already wants more.”
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