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The Royal Bitch 7
🕑 Added 2020-06-10 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
Phoebe collapsed. When she regained her bearings, it was done to the sound of Lorna’s voice: “Suck harder, Sophie. I really fucked Phoebe deep. You’ll have to suck even harder to get all of her ass off my strap-on.”
She now saw what she had looked like, going down on Lorna’s cock. While Esme laid on her side, amusedly watching, Sophie hunched on all fours next to her, wearing only sweat, bobbing her head frantically on Lorna’s strap-on.
In Phoebe’s experience, Sophie only sucked long, thick cocks—cocks that were a feast for her. She approached them like she would a banquet tastefully laid out for her, appreciatively sampling the appetizers before gorging herself on the main course. And, though she thoroughly satiated her hunger, she always left a little room for a creamy dessert.
Now, though, she was gluttonous. Broken as thoroughly as Phoebe had ever seen a bitch. Watching Esme and Phoebe be Lorna’s conquests must’ve been too much for her. Now Sophie was enthusiastic in wrapping her fingers tightly around the base of Lorna’s strap-on, eagerly jacking off the shaft in pantomime while she sucked on the knob. Her lips were a tight, clasping circle at the midway point of the dildo’s massive length. Hypnotically, Sophie puckered and bellowed her cheeks around the strap-on—not only sucking but vacuuming the imposing phallus.
Phoebe couldn’t help herself. She peered into Sophie’s mind, wondering if her unreserved submission was more satisfying than how Phoebe had given into Lorna’s domination. Sophie looked up at Lorna, seeing in her eyes the sadistic pleasure of driving another woman to a mortifying level of desire.
And Sophie felt a weird glee in being humbled that way. She was savoring her degradation, marveling at how much she enjoyed being so far below Lorna, even below her sister Esme. For years, she had enjoyed dominating others. Now she wallowed in her own subservience, loving it if anything more than she had her dominance.
Phoebe couldn’t believe it, but she found herself wanting to be Lorna’s cocksleeve again, her anal whore twice over, just so she could see if it was possible to enjoy herself as much as Sophie was.
“Ready for more, little girl?” Lorna hissed. “Ready for the real thing? I’m tired of that sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock. Now I want to see how it looks in your ass.”
Sophie stared up at her. She opened her mouth to reply, but thought better of it. Nothing she could say was more submissive than her silence.
Lorna moved behind Sophie, getting onto her knees behind the blonde’s raised hips. She reached out to the pale cheeks of her delicious ass and spread them. Sophie’s hole was waiting for her, twitching in anticipation.
Smiling with her own expectation, Lorna bent over Sophie, kissing both of her pert little buttocks, then spitting into her sphincter. Sophie let out a moan. Grinning to herself, Lorna lowered her face into the cleft between Sophie’s cheeks and slid her tongue inside the puckered anus, lavishing her spit all over the petals of her rosebud.
Sophie groaned as she was readied, the tongue inside her ass a precursor to the impalement she knew was coming. But the sensation already felt so big, dwarfing her, overloading her nerves. She didn’t know how she’d take all of Lorna’s cock when a dainty little tongue was almost too much for her.
But she wasn’t the only one that was ready.
Esme pulled herself beneath Sophie, positioning herself with her face between Sophie’s kneeling legs like they were going to sixty-nine. It gave her a perfect view of Lorna holding her strap-on at the entrance to Sophie’s bowels.
“Esme, what are you doing?” Lorna asked.
“What do you think?” Esme returned. “Enjoying my privilege as the Royal Bitch.”
She grinned so brightly that Lorna had to return it.
“Does my baby want to feel what her sister’s cunt does when I fuck her in the ass?” Lorna said, almost sing-song in its adoration.
Esme nodded enthusiastically.
“Then that’s what my baby gets to do. She gets to taste how wet you fucking Frosts get when my cock’s up your ass. Isn’t it wonderful being the Royal Bitch?”
“Shove it in me!” Sophie gasped, suddenly needing that penetration in her ass, wanting to feel her tight muscles firmly gripping that impossible bulk just like they had Lorna’s lubricating tongue.
With her strap-on firmly in place at Sophie’s entrance, Lorna pushed forward. Immediately she felt the resistance, the tightness of Sophie’s muscles against the entry of her prick. She trained her eyes on the slowly opening anus, relishing every moment she pushed forward and drove the dildo deeper into Sophie’s tight ass. Sophie groaned more and more until, finally, Lorna was in.
Sophie’s moans trailed off, her flesh accepting this new form of impalement. But before she could truly get used to it, there was another sensation to contend with: Esme’s tongue against her sex.
“Mmmmmm!” Sophie moaned, louder than ever, her body on fire between the two feelings. It was like the dildo in her ass was gasoline and Esme’s tongue was the spark lighting it, burning her in an inferno of excitement.
Lorna rocked back and forth, slowly moving her dildo inside of Sophie’s ass. Esme followed the rhythm, tracing the passage of the strap-on with her tongue through the membrane separating the spaces of Sophie’s body. Sophie could only accept her two penetrations, overwhelming her more with each passing second.
“Ooohhh yeaahhh,” Sophie sighed, out of control but without the energy to do anything about it. “Fuck me… lick me… make me coooome…”
They were practically thrashing now, Lorna pumping into Sophie’s ass while Esme’s tongue writhed in her cunt, and all Sophie could do was grind her hips hard against Lorna’s groin. She was about to come, she could feel the sensation filling up inside her, then she was overfull, flooding, spilling. Her warm honey streamed into Esme’s eager, swallowing mouth. It was heaven.
Sophie’s muscles contracted violently, over and over again, the peaks of her orgasm shooting through her. Like a string of firecrackers Sophie felt herself come again and again. By the time it was over, Sophie was so strung out that the ending was a mercy.
Still, she smiled. Below her, unnoticed until now, was Esme’s pussy. Her beautiful, glossy sex. Sophie lowered herself down to it, kissing Esme’s mons gently before she was lost in the luxury of resting her head against so warm, so soft, so sweet.
The three of them collapsed down to the mattress. Lorna grinned with delight as she took the strap-on off. Esme lay underneath Sophie, staring at her sister’s splayed asshole with sparkling eyes. Phoebe was very gently rubbing her mound, her beautiful face glowing.
“Are we your bitches too now?” Phoebe asked. Normally, she would’ve sounded snide, but now she was excited—even pleading.
“Yes,” Sophie murmured. “We should get to be your bitches too. We took your cock just like Esme did. And I sucked it when it had been in both my sisters.”
“I sucked it first!” Phoebe protested. “If only one of us gets your bitch, it should be me!”
Lorna cuddled up to Esme, giggling at how she marveled over Sophie’s well-opened ass. “Both of you can be Esme’s bitches,” she pronounced. “And since Esme is the Royal Bitch, that makes you my bitches too.” She kissed Esme’s cheek. “Of course, the Royal Bitch will have to thank me for letting her have such naughty, willful bitches, when all I need is a few fuckholes to shut up and take my strap.”
“I’ll thank you,” Esme promised. “And I’ll help keep my sisters in line. You can see how good they can be, once you show them who’s boss.”
Lorna could only kiss Esme’s cheek again. “Love you, baby. But make sure your bitches put their buttplugs back in. I want their assholes nice and open the next time I need a cocksleeve.”
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