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A Touch of Frost update
🕑 Added 2019-11-02 00:00:00 +0000 UTC
Parked in the driveway of the home she now shared with Frost, Caitlin carefully took off the coat she’d worn all throughout her workday and bundled it into the passenger seat. She knew full well that it was her six month anniversary with Frost, and as different as they were, Frost was the same person as her. Doubtless she knew it too and had something planned. But, for her part, Caitlin wanted to wear something nice for her lover.
Her pumps had six-inch heels, which she’d become adept at walking in ever since she’d started dating Frost, and underneath her coat, her red dress held her from just over her nipples to just below her pelvis, and tightly enough to make Frost jealous. A pair of spaghetti straps kept the dress in place, ensuring that anything beyond the sight of her long, long legs and the contours of her firm breasts would be reserved for Frost alone.
She got out of the car, making the walk to the front door with a highly appropriate chill. It was a cold night and her dress offered no more protection from the wind than it did anything else. It was almost translucent, even, showing the texture of her creamy skin and the scantiness of the panties she wore underneath it, as well as the insubstantial ghosts of her breasts, like the view one would get through a shower curtain. Despite all the times Frost had seen her naked in the past six months, Caitlin knew this would drive her wild.
She unlocked the door, opened it, and came in to see Frost leaning against the wall, wearing little more than a one-piece leotard, a set of stockings, and the bondage harness that held her strap-on to her groin. Caitlin gaped. Anything passing by on the street could look in and see Frost in what amounted to lingerie. It put her little red dress to shame.
“Good,” Frost said. “You’ve started undressing. Get in here and finish up.”
Caitlin recognized the tone she used. It brooked no disagreement and accepted no argument. It also promised pleasure beyond anything Caitlin could imagine. More than once, she’d been absorbed in work, poring over some project, when Frost had insisted that it was time for a break. The thing that ended up broken usually ended up being her pussy.
Caitlin rushed inside, closing and locking the door behind her. The curtains were already drawn and the lights set on low. With the push of a button by Frost, a slow R&B number started to play on the stereo. Far from settling Caitlin’s breathy excitement, it only made her more restlessly aroused. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster, going from zero to sixty faster than even Barry could. She wouldn’t be surprised if Frost fucked her against the front door. Her ‘other half’ wasn’t a big fan of waiting.
“You look nice,” Frost purred, stepping closer to get a better look at Caitlin. “Slutty. I like it.”
“Thank you, mistress,” Caitlin said, recognizing that Frost wasn’t speaking to her as her girlfriend, but as the woman who quite literally owned her ass and expected her authority to be acknowledged.
“Give us a twirl.”
Caitlin obediently spun, letting Frost look over her dress from both in front and behind. Frost nearly mewled as she saw the bulge of Caitlin’s buttocks, sheathed in the dress down to the very beginnings of her thighs. The dress’s hem nearly left the crotch of her panties exposed, too. Frost liked it. She liked it a lot.
“Such a good girl,” Frost breathed. “You know what I like, don’t you?”
“It’s what I like, mistress,” Caitlin breathed, looking downcast at the slight contradiction she’d voiced. “I like it when you look at me.”
“Especially when I look at you like I’m right about to ravish you. Because I am.” Frost ran a finger through Caitlin’s hair, enjoying the silky smooth curls robust with life, so light the brown was almost blonde. A warm, earthy counterpoint to her own icy platinum hair. “I should take you out to eat while you’re wearing this. Look at you all night. Let everyone else see what only I get to have. Would you like that, Caitlin?”
“No, mistress. I only want you to look at me. I love only being yours.”
“Really?” Frost sounded dubiously avuncular, like she was being told a joke whose punchline she was slowly puzzling out. “No matter. I don’t have reservations anywhere and we’re not going to that fucking coffee shop. Take it off. Let me see you. Even that dress can’t improve on perfection.”
Caitlin did as ordered, pulling the dress over her head to leave her in nothing but her panties, and humming with the approval Frost gave her as she looked over Caitlin’s well-shaped breasts, her fair skin, the body that was so like her own but tinged with submission instead of authority.
“Very nice,” Frost said. “Now, where’s my kiss?”
With a shudder of arousal from being so exposed, Caitlin went to her mistress and kissed her. Not obediently, but with the passion Frost’s instruction had unleashed, determined to drive out of Frost the succulent moans that Caitlin lived for. Frost smugly received the kiss, locking her lips with Caitlin’s and letting them melt together as if their kiss would never end. Her hand ran down Caitlin’s body from her lush hair to the curves of her flesh, enjoying how Caitlin obligingly pressed herself to Frost’s touch, her willing little toy.
“Good girl,” Frost said as she pulled away. “Now kiss him.”
Torn between obedience to Frost and wishing to kiss those supple lips some more, Caitlin had to force herself to her knees, where she gave the tip of Frost’s dildo a loving kiss. Caitlin grinned down at her, approving of the submission. She took the strap-on in her hand and smacked it playfully against Caitlin’s cheek before placing it under Caitlin’s jaw, pushing upward.
“On your feet, my pretty little pet,” Frost said. “I have a surprise for you. A little something to reward my girl for being such a good slut.”
Caitlin nodded, biting her lip, trying to restrain her enthusiasm. She couldn’t begin to imagine what Frost had in store for her, but she knew from long experience that whatever it was, she would no doubt end up with her brains fucked out by the time her encounter was done.
Frost led her deeper into the house, away from the outside world and its disapproval, its sanity, to bring her to none other than Iris West. The beauty wore only a set of lingerie and an unbuttoned blouse. The bra and panties were dark, with yellow highlights bringing out the curves of her lush flesh, showing off her abundant ass and the wonderful voluptuousness of her cleavage. The blouse that hung open gave a measure of modesty, showed an endearing uncertainty that made charming a body that was otherwise overwhelming. But nothing she wore or didn’t wear could keep a body as curvy and statuesque as hers from being sensual, a sexual playground that Caitlin couldn’t help but hunger for. Her body and Frost’s, after all, were the same slender offering. Iris was pure luscious variety.
Seeing Caitlin, Iris looked her over with an open interest, a hunger, that drank in Caitlin’s body as Caitlin had long wished for Iris to see it. Still so innocent, Iris raised her hand in a tiny wave, but it died away as she processed Caitlin’s nudity and the sheer sensuality of how Caitlin kowtowed to her identical mistress. That, in turn, made Caitlin shake with glee and exhilaration. She couldn’t believe Iris was here, so naked, so lustful, clearly joining in on their naughty games.
“Here’s your present, baby,” Frost said. “Hope you like it.”
Overjoyed, Caitlin threw her arms around Frost. “I love it! How did you—how did you talk her into this? How’d you even bring it up?”
Frost only smirked with the verve of a magician determined not to reveal her secrets. “Caitlin, is that a proper thank you? Don’t you want to be polite in front of our guest?”
“Yes, mistress. Of course.” Getting down on her hands and knees, Caitlin literally kissed Frost’s stockinged feet and high heels, the erotic rite making her even hotter with Iris watching it. Caitlin wondered if the other woman longed to have Caitlin worshipping her this way, or if she was a submissive, envying Caitlin’s place at Frost’s feet. “Thank you so much for this, mistress. I promise I won’t forget who I belong to. I know you’re my mistress, Frost, you and only you, you could pimp me out to a hundred women without that ever changing! I’m yours!”
Frost smiled at Iris, loving how she had a witness on hand to see Caitlin’s devotion to her. It made it so much more real when Caitlin was forced to fight through her embarrassment and prove her loyalty. “See? She really is a good girl, she just hasn’t had a proper mistress before and it’s still taking her some training to be a proper bitch… Don’t look so stricken, Iris, I wouldn’t pimp Caitlin out to just anyone. I don’t think there are a hundred women of your caliber in this city. More’s the pity…”
Frost tilted her shoe slightly upward, letting Caitlin wrap her lips around the toe and suck it, actually bobbing her head back and forth on it. Despite her overabundant willingness, Caitlin couldn’t help but be a little afraid of this threesome. She loved Frost, loved her desperately, so much so that even a third party as welcome as Iris was a little frightening. She wondered if Frost would like fucking Iris more than her. She wondered if she’d find herself being disloyal to Frost. If it were only her own pleasure at stake, perhaps she’d turn Iris down, happy to be nothing more than Frost’s personal slut. But she knew Iris wouldn’t be here unless it pleased Frost, and that was so important to Caitlin that it was practically her mission in life.
Frost raised her other shoe, pressing it against Caitlin’s forehead and then pushing her back with smarmy enjoyment of how aroused Caitlin was, how she got even more turned on by being denied further opportunities to throat Frost’s foot. “Iris, you’re our guest,” Frost said, snidely enjoying having Caitlin wrapped around her little finger. “That means you get to have Caitlin eat your pussy while I fuck her in the ass. Don’t worry, though. I’ve fucked Caitlin’s asshole so many times that she’s used to it. She won’t have any problem getting you off.”
Iris could only nod. She’d tried, in a roundabout way, to talk herself out of this—talking to Barry about it beforehand, hoping he would shoot down the idea, give her some excuse to keep herself from giving in. But he’d been fine with it, so long as it was what she wanted. And, of course, she wouldn’t have asked him if it hadn’t been what she wanted. The whole thing formed a perfect circle.
Frost had even told her, as they’d waited for Caitlin, that Barry was welcome to watch. Iris had turned that down on his behalf, but now she found herself second-guessing that. Maybe she’d be a bit more confident if Barry was there to share in this… whatever it was. As it was, she felt perfectly alone—outnumbered by Caitlin and Frost and this slutty game of theirs. But that made her far more aroused than being comfortable would.
Caitlin was still flat on her ass where Frost had pushed her back, waiting for her mistress’s orders, seeming to enjoy being at her beck and call as much as Frost enjoyed her power over her.
“That’s good for starters,” Frost said. “But you have to appreciate Iris too. Isn’t it nice of her to let a dirty whore like you lick her pussy? Go, Caitlin. Go thank Iris for letting you taste that sweet cunt of hers.”
Caitlin went to Iris, feeling awestruck at touching anything so pretty. Carefully, she set her hands on Iris’s hips, getting a laugh from Iris that told her the other woman was as nervous as she was. Caitlin reminded herself that Frost had told her what to do. She brought her face to Iris’s, their noses brushing together, then their lips meeting, opening for each other, tongues trading places. Caitlin let the taste of Frost’s shoe leather be sucked off her tongue. Her nipples hardened, almost stung in their firmness, and when they paused in their kiss, she looked down and giggled to see that Iris’s nipples were hard too.
“You’re going to eat my pussy?” Iris panted.
“Uh-huh,” Caitlin said into her mouth.
“I’ve never had a woman go down on me before. But I want it. Like I saw you do with Frost. And I wanna… do that to you too.”
Caitlin bit her lip, hearing that Iris had never been with another woman, and now she was as eager to be with Caitlin as she was to be with Iris. It was like seducing a virgin, almost. Caitlin ran her hand over Iris’s pretty face. Obviously, it was impossible for her to steal Iris away from her perfect relationship with Barry, but Caitlin resolved to make her sorely tempted.
“Let me show you how to eat pussy,” Caitlin said, recognizing Frost’s voice in her own simpering tone.
Behind her, Frost giggled and clapped her hands in delight.
Caitlin turned her head slightly, eying Frost as she licked Iris’s lips, seeing that she pleased her mistress as she explored the black girl’s mouth with her tongue. Then she closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on Iris as their tongues tangled, showing Iris what was going to happen when Caitlin’s mouth was on her pussy.
Iris trembled and moaned in anticipation, running her own slender hands down Caitlin’s bared, wonderful body. It shocked and delighted her to think that she could touch Caitlin as much as she wanted, that Caitlin was her plaything now. Only no, that wasn’t exactly true. Caitlin was Frost’s, and no matter how fervently Caitlin might serve her, it was only because Frost told her to. The two loved each other, in their own way, every bit as much as she loved Barry. And yet, here they all were. Both of them eagerly embracing. In a way, Iris was Frost’s plaything. A toy she was using on her lover. And that thought excited Iris too.
Caitlin lowered herself downward, kissing Iris’s swollen breasts, licking the deep cleft between them, teeth even worrying at the bra that covered the hardened nipples, before her knees finally hit the floor. Her kisses covered Iris’s taut stomach and her tongue dipped into Iris’s belly button. Caitlin could smell the aroused pussy through her panties and it made her eyes roll back in her head. She looked lovingly up at Iris and the other woman was struck by the passion in Caitlin’s gaze, until she felt Frost wrap her arms around her from behind, purring happily as she kissed Iris’s shoulder.
“She’s a good little bitch, isn’t she?” Frost asked, reaching around Iris to pet Caitlin’s hair. “You could’ve dominated the hell out of her if you wanted to. Too bad you waited so long—she literally had to do it herself. That’s how much of a submissive slut she is. She created an entire alter ego just to top her.”
“You don’t have to be so mean to her,” Iris murmured. Frost’s little jibes about Caitlin sounded to Iris like slings and arrows. As turned on as she was, she hated to hear her friend run down—she didn’t know how Caitlin could stand it.
Frost pulled Iris back, leading her backwards as if in a dance. Caitlin followed along, literally padding on all fours like a dog. “You misunderstand. When I call her a good little bitch, that’s high praise. There’s not many women who could swallow their pride and be a whore like Caitlin is. She likes hearing me sing her praises, don’t you Caitlin?”
“Yes, mistress,” Caitlin replied, following as Frost led Iris to the bed, sitting her down on the edge. “I want to be a good girl for my mistress.”
“And you are,” Frost purred. She dropped Iris back along the mattress, taking hold of her panties and easing them down her lush thighs. “Just look how wet you’ve made Iris. My good girl… my special girl… even Iris knows what a perfect rug-muncher you are. She’s going to come so hard for you, baby. She’s going to see how good you get at licking pussy when your mistress sits on your face every fucking night.”
“Yes, mistress!” Caitlin moaned. “Thank you so much for making me a good muff diver!”
Frost rolled Iris’s panties off her toes, leaving her bare. The lacy undergarment dangled from Frost’s finger as she waved it in front of Caitlin’s face. “Show her. Show Iris why you’re the best dyke bitch a girl could ask for.”
Caitlin bent low over Iris’s lap, in a worshipful devotion to the pussy now bare and open for her. This wasn’t her mistress, but Iris was so beautiful, so desirable, that it almost didn’t matter. Caitlin ran her tongue over the kinky hairs of Iris’s groin, then went still lower, licking the inside of one of Iris’s toned thighs, then kissing the other through a series of vibrant quivers.
Iris eagerly spread her legs. “C’mon, Caitlin—show me!” she whimpered.
But Caitlin knew what her mistress wanted to see, knew how she herself had been teased when it was her on the receiving end. She licked up Iris’s leg and over her groin, but avoided the slit itself. Her nose touched Iris’s engorged clit as she kept kissing and nipping at the lovely thighs surrounding her head.
“No, uh-uh, uh-uh! Don’t play with me, fuck me!” Iris wailed, now actually reaching down to spread her labia with her hands, offering the sight of it to Caitlin, the smell welling up in Caitlin’s nostrils, the taste on her lips…
Frost splayed herself at the head of the bed, looking down at the two, as keen to see Caitlin eat cunt as Iris was to feel it, but also as interested in seeing Iris broken down and begging to be fucked. She was almost as cute as Caitlin doing that.
“Iris, why don’t you roll over?” Frost suggested. “Before Caitlin eats your sweet little pussy, she can have a taste of that nice, fat ass.”
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Shendude
I think this is the hottest installment of this series thus far.
